Gameshow. A poem.

Sometimes, I remember you:
The time, the place.
Wrapped up in whimsy,
In solace and solitude.

All left behind
In an unforgiving instant,
Bereft and bellicose,
Yet screaming for more.

Sometimes, I remember you:
But hindsight
And familiarity
Don’t always match


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I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

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