Gamester

gamester
your life is
a game

finished? no?

your life is
an endless game
a circle of games

between the boredom

the work
the silences
the songs

the fabricated
moments
cigarettes coffee alcohol

the lovers

it does not
matter
what level

you are on

your rank
status
meaningless

you always lose

eventually

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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