Game of Life
With this army behind me
my cards i still fold.
I rest hard on their shoulders,
it's my pain that they hold.
I don't want to be carried
let them rest by the sand.
My final resignation
is their winning hand.
Don't place any flowers
or cry by my grave.
For i do not lie there
my soul couldn't be saved.
Don't scatter my ashes
now i've plucked up the nerve.
Your tears and your prayers
are more than i deserve.
I am gone now because
i was slave to the pain
Eternally destined
to lose in this game.
Copyright © Kimberly Frew | Year Posted 2009
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