Life's unfair games

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Life's unfair games

Life has played unfair games with me
Fate has deprived me of the one intimate emotion that gave me the very breath of life and the very pulse that beat into my heart
In which had no life in it before
Fate toys with me like a puppet on a string and I'm tossed to and fro
From reality to dreams
Nothing is real, Nothing is at it seems
Or can it be that some things are too good to be true and life is but a dream?
Accepting that the 'good never stays' and the 'bad never really goes away' welcomes death with a sweet but sore kiss
I'm an oddity of fate where life seems to take more than it gives
Deprivation of life's mere but minor pleasures are like stabbing knives
Only with each one robbed of me, the cuts sink deeper with each stab
Only to leave deeper wounds
Finding strength to beat the odds of destiny and damnation of what life I have left, is a confrontation, a war I care not to win anymore
Self-sacrifice and suffering of selfless acts and patience practiced, values and virtues instilled with broken beliefs to find only sorrow in loss
I've given my last breath of life to the one worthy of my love
My life not ending with me
But with him

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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