Artificial

He was persuaded that the game
Was the right way to live the life.
And in some time he went astray
Until acquired self-denial.

The game was love, and death, and marriage.
The game brought friends and those who hated,
And wearing mask upon the face
He could survive the darkest days.

He laughed and danced when it was needed,
And played the role of a caring man.
His artificial mind was dreaming
About future. Now he can

Reveal his art to those around
Who trust the life as it could be,
And prove: the game can make you proud
And help survive reality.




Poetry by Alla Antares
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Written on 2008-08-23 at 09:32

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Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellent!
2010-09-23


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
I like the depth that you explore in the telling of this journey. Thank You.
2010-05-04


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2008-11-18


Phyllis J. Rhodes
This is very good writing. It tells a valuable talel. Reality is just too much some times. But living outside of it can be dangerous. Sometimes, depending on what mode is used, you can't find your way back. And you end up being artificial and lose yourself and those who really love you.
2008-08-24