Games

Close your eyes.
Count to ten.
Breathe in.
This is all just a game.
Hold it close.
Pull it tight.
You're almost there.
You're almost free of life.
No blinding light.
No white noise.
Just peace.
But who cares anyway?
This is all just a game.
♠ ♠ ♠
2nd poem of 3/16.