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Video Game Poetic – Letting Go

Welcome to the second installment of Video Game Poetic. My first poem had some of y’all guessing until the end. I can promise you this time around it would be as easy. I am not a poet, but I do consider myself very creative. So again you might love it, you might hate it, or you might be indifferent. Either way leave a comment and speak your mind. See if you can guess the theme before you get to the end.  

Letting Go

Looking deep in my eyes you dare ask me why?

You could NEVER understand me no matter how hard you try.

I’m laying here beaten, broken, and bruised. 

You should be able to understand that, you win and I lose.

I wish I could hate you as you stand above me,

You honestly think I just wanted someone to love me?

Look inside me boy and dig a little deeper. 

Keeper of the worlds, you look more like their reaper. 

What drives you, is it your emotions or your enemies?

All I can think about as I lay here are my memories. 

Those eyes always trying to sympathize.

I see now you still haven’t realized. 

Looking at you reminds me of a bad anime.

So here is my story, not that it matters anyway. 

Back in the day I didn’t frolic or play.

To go without trouble was my ideal day. 

There was a man who people would love and respect.

To me he was just the source of all pain and regret.

Just when I thought I stood my ground and it was time to part.

He became a great man with power and stole my heart!

Without my past I’m truly a nobody. 

For my goals I’d sacrificed anybody.

Keyblade keeper you asked why I’m with the organization,

To get back my old life, I joined without hesitation. 

I’ll tell you why before I dissolve,

I would rather feel pain than nothing at all.

O’Dell is a former Game Informer editorial intern and is doing what it takes to make it in life. Part-time bar tender and full time Pokémon Master from Houston, TX with a degree from Texas A&M.
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