“Encore” the game

Climb down again, fall like a log,
Expecting night to flow..
Another turn, another day
We’re doomed again to draw.

This game enchanting every night
My tasteless darkened senses
Where I try hard, and “oh so hard!”
To gain again more chances.

But there are other tarnished players
All dire in their game.
We’re here at wits end of our lives
Forgetting our names.

This endless cycle of this draw,
This hardened floor,
This faithful core,
We still want more… and more… and more…

Before we crawl in darkened hole,
Cry nights and nights again before,
We end this cursed game of “Encore”
Have curtain call and close the door.



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