Rules once written
seem long ago forgotten,
enlaced with arsenic;
emptying me hollow.
Only engaged in this charade
long as the chips remain in play;
pawns have been chosen,
unaware of impending danger.
Life becomes the game board
acted out by characters;
risk becomes obsolete,
excluded in the script.
Curtain closes,
unweaving the spell,
time becomes a moment,
when all most fall.
Author notes
8. Life is like a hand of cards. You have to play the hand you're dealt, you can't win by folding, and sometimes you must take chances in order to win. ~Mike Conner
A contest entry
- Quote Inspired: Life is like... by Metaphorist.
900 points, ended January 19, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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Congrats on a good bronze.
Buddy
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Your muse seems to be working just fine if you ask me I really enjoyed this. Insightful. Thanks for entering and best of luck!
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