extremes…

Have you ever imagined the extremes,
The feeling of being ceased?
Free by nature but caged?
Felt been used as some darts?
Or a beautiful stack of cards?
Which once played,
Kept aside….waiting,
To be touched again,
Being played again,
Able to hurt,
Able to be the reason,
Of one’s defeat,
Or victory,
Being able to cut through flesh,
But still are forced,
Where not felt.
They can make or ruin one’s life.
The two extremes,
Ever imagined?