The Number Game

I wanted to write a poem, after all it had been a long time.
I wanted it to be filled with love and joy but then I watched a movie,
its called "500 days of Summer" and wrote this. It has random patterns
but is periodic/rhythmic locally.

The Number Game

When one didn’t come,
Two said adieu,
Three wasn’t the charm,
Four was a closed door,
Five couldn’t really jive,
Then came the questions,
With no answers or suggestions.

That’s when he asked himself,
What is the right number?
Why am I bleeding so badly?
Turns out, God isn’t a good plumber.
There were holes everywhere in him,
He fell apart with the slightest tremor.

He stood there alone with no hope,
All his believes and dreams gone,
In middle of nowhere, he loop’,
Staring into the dark past, like a moron,
He felt his life was a big pile of poop,
What he trusted and believed was out-blown,
But he said to himself, that’s how life swoops,
And still nothing stops and life must go on.