TRAGIC Poem: Board Games in the Dark, by Eli Brown

I used to love board games
Beg, bribe to convince you to play
“Not today” “Maybe later”
A roll of die, a flip of a coin
I got a bad hand of cards
I make friends in my mind.
They always want to play.
Crows sit outside my window
Spectating, watching in the dark
Rolled a 1. Damn. I wait
For someone to laugh at my
Misfortune. The ones im my head
Dont laugh. I dont laugh.
I make strangers laugh, for
I know what it’s like to not.
The water park is open,
The sun beams down on everyone
Not me. The dark stays.
Another rolled 1. Damn.
My fortune may turn.
For now, it’s my friend’s turn
To roll. A 1. Damn.
Maybe the days might
Mean something again.

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