The Game

They say that demons don't exist but listen to this

My world is clamoring with words unspoken by those you cannot see

Darkness is no longer an enemy as it is for many

Scuttle and scurry you hear it but don't see it

My mind is hurried looking, searching for answers but none are given

The game master is master to none and the ruler of all who shall play

The demons that preside in my world I know not of, for I have never seen any

The players or puppets I should say that are part of this game know of the demons I cannot sway to go away

The rules that are always a part of any game I also cannot say for I know not of them

This puzzle that resides in my mind and is swirling in my world and confusing to say the least

Oh how I long to finish the puzzle and anyone who enjoys a good puzzle knows that you must form a border in order to fill in the void

A problem with such a puzzle is how do I figure out where it all began

Days feel like weeks and months feel like years because the game master has revolved the game around my life

Sitting, waiting, wishing have complied my days until I figure out where to lay all my border pieces

Who is the game master that makes demons walk amongst the living

Who are all the players apart of a game yet left unsolved in my brain

Answers I fear I will never have appear to me

Demons who I will never have leave me

And life will end when the game master says it ends for me, but when?

When will my entrance into death or the game happen

This puzzle is so near and far from being finished how can I ever stop living in it?

People go crazy from their own minds and mine is no exception

While the curtains are slowly closing I keeping following the opening before it draws to an end just so I may possibly see a glimpse of anything that I may have not seen

One day my eyes I pray see all the answers and where all the pieces go

Before my hour is up and the curtains close