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The Game of Death

the Lights are eventually shut off
and the Timer will sound.
our Shadows begin to lower,
they creep across the ground
until they find their home in
a deep and dug out Pit.
Achievements tossed over centerfield
forgotten and left to sit.
the Importance of our lives is placed to the side.
thrown to the Wind and never caught again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

picture of flower