++ Games ++

Another old one sitting inside my folder, unfinished. Pardon the abrupt ending but I really could not relate to what I felt at the time when I started writing this piece.

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One voice cried,

“Friend, Life I truly despise,
For all the games that it tries,
One time it flies us high,
To draw the heavens nigh,
Suddenly it pulls us down,
To leave us alone, and drown.

Now what remains is poison,
I know not if I’ll hold on,
Save me, I want to live,
Life I long to believe.”

Another spoke,

“Blame not Life, the Innocent,
Who but watches us mortals,
Playing games with each other,
Crafting masks of deception;
Threading words of fallacy;
Singing songs of shallow love,
False friendship, empty labels.

When the trusting fools are scarred,
By the thorns of betrayal,
The Guilty shall not be Life,
But us, the skill’d deceivers.”

Thus it concluded in silence,
And they quietly departed,
To return to the Play,
That we humans have staged,
For eternity.


Original: 29th April 2011
Finalised:13th September 10:11 pm
Sydney (Ashburner Street)