Life is a game
I'm stuck on the same level
Days and days go by
But I can't even find the monsters
Wandering the pavement, small talk and restlessness
I find myself again and again facing a wall
Impregnable, incomprehensible in grandour
NPCs giggle behind slender hands, PCs rush past without a glance
I am a human being! Can't you see me?!
Pixelated shrubs and unhappy townspeople,
Story line built through their world but not inclusive of their daily lives
I can't stay here, I can't stay here
Here, here, rhymes with near!
Here, here, need to get out!
Where are the monsters? I need a thrill
Level up, level up, level up, throw up
(16 May 2015)
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An Aged, Bitter Collection of Poetry, Prose, & Papers
PoesiaThere once was a sad girl, not that long ago, in a kingdom not so far away. Perhaps a glance into her somber scribbles might help you on your quest to scribble for yourself.
