looking for the different ways,
trying to keep your thoughts at bay.
check your statistics before you move,
always thinking what you must prove.
sacrifices must be made,
and soon companions seem to fade.
however it must go on,
until time is won.
a few more pieces come and go.
now there is nothing left for you to show.
soon you are just left,
so why be so deft?
pray and pray for all to mend,
and silently wait for the end.
Author notes
this is actually a poem about a well known game... very common, figure it out. i thought that it really related to life, and so it was the poem that i chose to write for one of my creative classes a while ago.
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