My Life, A Scrabble

life's race

My life’s been a scrabble
Since creation’s travel
The birth that made me unveiled me
It woke me and showed me;
Alas! This is life, she’s a gamble

I’m awake by her dungeon bell
I’m a convict in her filthy cell
I have my world in my sack
I see no words in my rack
But a hell in her-spell

With her I have a broken heart
But even though I kept the spell,
With her I made a triple-word:

‘I am Amazing’

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2 thoughts on “My Life, A Scrabble

  1. Fine work of metrical poetry. Trimeter until the last verse, where you break the a-a-b-b-a rhyme scheme.

    Thank you for liking my poem. I’ve said this in other comments but I’ll say again that I am delighted to find another metrical poet!

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