I'm playing solitary
a lonely game I play,
for a moment
I feel surreal.
I'm not alone,
there's no need to dwell
to have head crack,
I feel so eaten.
There's no fun to play
solitary I imagine
I can ignore
the protest my foot told,
but I'm not ready
to sleep; my foot stuck
like a mud
on ground I only can
stare the screen.
I sense no depression
but Queens and Kings call
shot when they appear
I don't feel so tired.
I don't feel insane,
it's good enough they
ask me to take lead.
By Petal
Copyright 2010 onwards
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