The Game Of Life. Poem by Mark Horsfall

In Search of nothing
Dormant minds stand still
Endless upsets
Never finding truth.

I lie awake, in a sunlit room
Plagued by shadows
Of death and doom.

Poets dying
Their bodies decay
It feels like I’m, already going that way.

Destined for nothing
My life depends on all
Like the frontline of a battlefield
Surely I’ll fall.

I’m not ready for death
It’s inevitable, I know
Are we ever ready?
When it’s our time to go.

A thousand voices
Calling my name
Encouraging me

To play the game….