2d6

In the hands of an unknown god,
There lay a set of six-sided dice.

As one of the die is shaken and thrown,
It bounces and rolls on a galactic-sized table.

The die stops near the end,
Revealing to this god a name.

The name of a boy,
A Sunday follower of young innocence.

A boy of fear,
Fear of losing everything.

A boy of lost hope,
Hopelessness from the world’s malice.

A boy of heart,
One that is tender and sensitive.

The second die is tossed to reveal his future,
A new life he shall lead.

It comes for the boy,
As he is unprepared for change.

Friendship is gained,
And recognition is achieved.

With these accomplishments,
Come obstacles.

But he must prove himself,

Worthy of rediscovery.

With each friend, Comes an enemy,

With each girlfriend, Comes a heartbreak.

Adjustment follows,
Slowly all will be well.

Then suddenly, the pair of dice disappear,
They now lay in the hands of a mad god.

They are thrown with great force,
The boy’s world begins to crumble around him.

Father induced depression,
Spitting out worthless remarks with an obsession.

Out of his mouth,
“Your mother never wanted you!”

Out of his mouth,
“She left because of you!”

Out of his mouth,
“Nobody cares about you!”

Out of his mouth,
“You don’t really have any friends!”

Etcetera, etc. etc.,
Depression getting heavier.

His view of the world changes,
His fear and hopelessness reemerge.

His life becomes lost,
To suicide was the cost.

The dice are rolled once again,
As another game begins.

The next victim is revealed,
Are you prepared?