Game Over.

Worthlessness wins

Nauseating numbness

Dreams diminish and die

Silent sorrows surface

Regret rising like a rancid tide.

 

Regret rising like a rancid tide

Silent sorrows surface

Dreams diminish and die

Nauseating numbness

Worthlessness wins.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

A palindrome poem. This was my first attempt at a Palindrome poem the other week. I was at a low ebb, things had been a little complicated. I thought I would submit it for the open link night at d’Verse.

 

Author: alisonhankinson

I am a school teacher and a mum and a red cosmic skywalker, and sometimes a netball coach...but beneath it all I am a writer...

15 thoughts on “Game Over.”

  1. The prefect form I think for what you were expressing. Days like these, even the mirror reflects it all. Something to be said for embracing the place where we are without judgement. I think writing allows us to do this.

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