This life a game I can not win
My mind demented plagued with sin
A heart tormented ripped and torn
Cursing the day that I was born
What has happened my greatest fear
I touch my face to find a tear
Hopeless I reach into the night
Never again will life be right
Loved ones lift me up in prayer
Then put me down like they don't care
Lost soul tortured with silent screams
Until I enter land of dreams
Stuck on bottom like filthy scum
I yearn the grave that soon will come
Rot gut whiskey still on my breath
One last shot before sudden death
Watch these veins filled with blood so blue
Bleed crimson red before I'm through
A free spirit is what I choose
This game of death I can not lose
No I'm not suicidal.Actually I'm very happy.I know some people are sad and like to read this type of poetry.It is my prayer that those who read this will like it enough to read more of my poems which will lead them to more uplifting poems.Especially the one's about God.
