Free Form Poetry
A Game
A boy becomes a man.
Along the line,
life grabs him, rattles his innards
like a wooden roller coaster catapulting him into the jaws
of a treacherous society.
As this becomes clear, a reality,
a game if you will,
one he cannot win no matter the effort
or how sly he’s become, begins.
Only then does the risk
become the fuel to survive,
to win.
–C. L. Swinney (c) 2017
March 13, 2019 at 7:40 am
Wonderful poem, thank you for sharing.
July 23, 2017 at 8:51 pm
Great imagery C. L.! : )