Game Over
Game Over
Animations overplayed
Lost in a fantasy world
Where guns don't really kill
And thieves aren't really real
Where all that happens is
Controlled.
Life's reality hits hard
Demanding so much more
As the heart spins on axles.
For hearts aren't made of pixels.
Love happens,
Uncontrolled.
But you can't play a heart
As if it's found in a box
Locked away
Begging to be played
A separate entity
Controlled.
For it races and it palpitates
It's hurt by silent strains.
Lack of words contain
Hurt deeper than physical pain
And feelings remain
Uncontrolled.
A game's dreaded moment,
A fateful mistake,
All efforts exhaust
And yet the players lost
Even so, a safe environment
Controlled.
The head hears silence
Little promise remains for two
And I wait with no sense of hope
Doing my best, appearing to cope
Silent words resound, Game Over
Uncontrolled.
~Vetta Bogdanoff
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