The Game We Play

For this poem, I choose, Chris Isaak’s some “Wicked Game” from his record “Heart Shaped World” , to be the inspiration for this poem.

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Consumed with thoughts of only you

Jailed chest, crowded with pent-up breath

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A pounding heart is nothing new

Warring with unspoken words that seethe

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Love and anger, through and through

Molding into a disheartened wreathe

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Blinding terror is all I view

Must I continue to wear my protective sheath?

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‘Tis a game we play, just us two

Tired, so tired of what we do

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Make your move, then take your leave

For I can’t stand the lies you weave