futility--
Playing a game i can't winwhere the smallest of actions equates a mortal sin
so why should i try when its to no avail?
why be me when "me" is destined to fail?
thought it was going well
but innocent action sends me down to hell
so why do good when its undermined by the bad?
why not seek my quarters among the damned?
the game is now over, and i know
like a curtain that never raised before the show
that arrow that ended it came from your bow
and that means i'll just have to go.
Poetry by Steven Mawer
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Written on 2009-12-13 at 16:10
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