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Scrabble
The words lay face down on the scrabble board
 Extra letters sit in front of me as I shuffle them around 
 I shuffle and shuffle 
 Put this letter here and this one there
 I feel as if the word I'm looking for is close yet I never do see 
 I never see that word 
 
 My fists slam down onto the board as letters soar through the air and hit the ground like bullets. 
 My hand is bloody from the blow 
 Yet it doesn't faze me 
 Why should it?
 For its only pain
 Pain that will someday go away become invisible non existent forgotten
 Forgotten as I already am
 Doomed to damnation 
 Under a nation filled with evil
 I am trapped under my own sins 
 With no escape 
 
 I try to rearrange the letters 
 I try to fix this mess I have caused 
 But I can't
 The blood pours from my fist
 Each drop falls to the rhythm of a rain storm 
 A red rain storm 
 Pattering down
 Drop by drop 
 As one letter after another is covered and I can no longer tell A from z
 
 I am lost 
 Lost in a sea of red 
 No one can save me now as my fist swells and thumps 
 Louder and louder
 Thumping
 Beating
 Thumping 
 Beating
 I try to make it stop 
 As I slam my fist harder and harder into the board
 
 But it becomes louder and louder
 Thumping 
 Beating 
 Thumping 
 Beating
 I look to the small red square pieces to save me
 But they can't
 I am helpless
 I am a gonner
 Left here to suffer by my own fate
 As my screams
 And cries become muffled by the 
 Thumping
 Beating
 Thumping 
 Beating 
 
 Please God I struggle to scream as I continue to shuffle through the red square pieces
 Piled up like a junk yard
 Use less 
 Unwanted
 Unimportant 
 
 Please God I scream again
 But even god can not hear my cries
 As I lay there on my knees
 Weeping in my own blood 
 
 Then a light appears 
 A light brighter then the sun
 It floats toward me 
 A bundle of light 
 
 I reach out to grab it yet it scurries away
 Teasing me
 After a short while it returns
 Yet I'm hesitant to follow
 Can I trust it
 Can I trust it
 Can I trust it?
 
 like I trusted the world
 Like the world that swallowed me whole then spit me back up and left me here to die
 
 What do I have to lose 
 All I ever loved is gone
 Gone
 Gone to never return like the flowers as they are choked and left to die by the weeds
 A shriveled up broken mess
 
 So I follow that light
 I follow it back to the junk yard of discarded red squares
 I flip them over one by one as I begin to see tan
 Tan and black 
 The blackness curves into intricate designs
 Each a different letter 
 I delicately glide each piece across the board 
 Waiting for a word to appear
 Some word
 Some sign 
 Yet again there is none
 
 I am ready to give up and end it all like I should have from the beginning until the light grows and shines brighter
 The whole room is dark
 Except for a sliver of space 
 Where the light is floating 
 And in that sliver of light 
 I see my blood
 My blood 
 My sweat
 My tears
 And smeared in blood in the floor is a message
 A message carved out with my own blood 
 
 LIFE 
 
 In big bold letters
 LIFE
 
 It had been obvious from the beginning yet I was too blind from my own ignorance and selfishness to see
 It was there plain as day
 LIFE
 Life was not the shackle that I dragged across my ankle 
 Life was not the scars from being whipped
 
 All the destruction I saw around me
 All if the evil and sin of the world was not life
 It was death
 
 I was feeding death
 Fueling it
 Allowing it to grow inside of me
 It was a seed watered by my own twisted desires 
 It was the drinking
 It was the drugs 
 It was the regrets
 But it's not too late
 This thorny weed has not yet bloomed
 And I have the opportunity to be saved 
 But only I can save my self
 
 So I stand up from my bloody puddle and run
 I run
 And run 
 And run
 As far away from here as I can
 As far away from my regrets and mistakes
 I run until I come to a beautiful pasture filled with white daisies
 White delicate pure
 
 The path I must take to get to the pasture lies ahead
 I have a chance to take it
 A second chance
 I begin to move towards that path
 But a strong wind blows me back as it softy whispers and tempts me to go back
 To go back to the destruction
 The mess I had created
 I try to shake t off
 As the wind floats and sways around my body 
 It feels so good
 But I mustn't go back
 I mustn't go back
 
 My head begins to thump and beat
 Thumping
 Beating 
 I feel like I'm spinning in circles
 I don't know which way is up which way is down 
 So I call to the daisies 
 I call upon the flowers as they stand tall like an army
 My army
 
 I begin to call out to them louder and louder as I try to ward off my own demise 
 I continue to spin so I close my eyes and I hear a faint sound of something dancing across the sky above me
 
 I hold out my hands and a white daisy sways and lands on them
 I clench my fingers tightly around it as it becomes splattered with my blood
 I smell the sweet scent of its petals
 And drink itS sweet nectar
 A nectar that will cure me
 A nectar that will be my medicine
 
 Suddenly I stop spinning
 I open my eyes and look down
 I am standing in the pasture 
 Surrounded by white daisy's
 I am protected and safe with this army
 An army that won't let anything happen to me
 
 Finally the wind gives up and dies down
 It's so quiet that I can hear myself think
 So I lay down among the daisies
 And think 
 Think about where I am going for I do not remember how I came to lay among these daisies in this pasture.
 
 Weeks later I pass a school yard
 I see two kids playing scrabble 
 So I walk over to see what words cover the board and the board is blank
 Te two kids just sit there
 Hypnotized
 Mesmerized
 By the board 
 Minutes pass and still nothing
 No movement 
 No sound 
 So I look at the pieces the players had to play and see the letters 
 LI on one side 
 And on the other  side 
 FE
 So I collect the tan squares
 And i lay them across the palm of my hand 
 As I carefully
 Meticulously look each one over
 As if I had seen these somewhere before 
 But I can't remember so I place them down on the board 
 And continue my path back to the pasture to lay among the white daisies

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