by Cool Gal   Jun 14, 2015

Sword Broken
Hearts almost out
Growls of hunger echo out.

Should I stay
Should I go?
My mind says to Let it go.'

Headed toward the light I seek.
A block shadow surfaced beneath.
A flash of light filled the cave.
The smoke had cleared but my ears still rang.

One heart remained.
No food left.
Home so far away.
Meant certain death...

Zombies Rushed.
Skeletons Clanked.
The creeper creeped.
With no time to think!

The smell of porkshop fills the air.
Relieving the feeling of hunger and despair.

Home sweet home!
Oh, here I come!
Almost there!
Just run run run!

Arms length reach, to the door.
But through my chest an arrow bore
So close, so close. I said to myself
As the world grew red and my items fell.

Game Over


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  • 3 years ago

    by Sushmita Mitra Chetri

    Wow..extremely impressed by your write.

  • 3 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    This is a wonderful poem, especially considering you profile age. Excellent