The Game Impossible the way I feel Imagining that it was real Days from reality Keep changing

my mind Losing my sense of self Was my only crime Vulnerable weak and alone My heart stood tall And hard as stone Embraced by invitation My needs were kept Emotionally caged as I slept A heart deranged fornification Kept me cold in my isolation In need of time and trust Captured by the burden of my wrongs In my thoughts played only songs Winter withered my mind Like flowers wilting with a lifeless chime Impatient for noble passion My heart was led with no collaborated reaction My mind could sense no shame But somewhere within it knew the game

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