The Game
A collaborative Twitter poem by @jdubqca @afcoory @MyVogonPoetry @vivchook @Brudberg and @Permabloom
This mystery will not go unsolved,
will not destroy what has yet to be born.
With so much at stake we all must rise
and save us all from an enemy within.
And yet, mystery is a part of life
Not in itself a destructive force.
It’s the power of collective thought
Seeking out the imagined, the real
The clues of this conundrum tell a story
of a contest that we cannot hope to win.
No longer playing by the rules we have memorized
we must evolve and learn a new game.
To reach inside yourself, and confront your fear
Is often easiest when approached as if a game;
Life’s ultimate challenge is yourself – always
The enemy without far easier than that within.
The enemy within will never leave you totally
Confronting outside enemies at day, they hide
But as it’s time to sleep, you reach inside, and find
The ugly monsters that the daylight can’t abide
Yet by dawn’s light be brave enough to slam the door
Shut on night’s turmoil, on words and foes alike.
Consciously, if only for an hour, or thirteen,
Be lucid enough to declare peace with the unsolved.
“Peace hath her victories no less renowned than war.”
Haunting and wonderful imagery here as well. This makes me think and consider, as I am currently writing a story which contains a fair amount of recursion and introspection.
Only one stanza here is mine. Ther main reason I started this blog was that I was invited by twitter friends to write one part.