I’m in a sharing mood…
The Game of Life Losing
Does growing up mean losing?
Losing what you thought you had
Losing loved ones
Losing love
Losing the courage you worked to gain
Working to lose the weight you didn’t
Breaking down and picking up
All for a glass of peace at the end of the day
The meaning of words become a blur
Knives no longer keeping their place in the kitchen
Double crossing while staying within the lines
Coloring books making more sense than ever
Lost being the word of the day
Considering that’s the only emotion left
Finding yourself was the ultimate goal
Yet losing it all was the ultimatum
Tagged as: mine. poetry. prose. creative writing. losing. life.
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