#WritcoPoemPrompt83
Life is getting unbearable,
Getting used to it in the process,
To escape is unthinkable.
A game, where opting out is impossible,
and playing by rules is acceptable.

Cry or shout, in pain or grief,
laugh aloud or dance in creed,
mourn your luck ,
or laugh while you bleed.
Make your rules,
no matter though,
you die before you know’
what you were meant’ to be!

© Five Fifteen