You played your life as if
no more than just a game of win and loss;
and now you wonder why, after all that
you made sure you won, those feelings
of such utter loss ring through your
heart and soul.
Insidious, the ways and means
choose to use to score another point.
Cold and heartless, calculated - in the
end, no more than just mere reams of
numbers - meaninglessly lying at your
feet upon the floor.
No more, the rosy tints of
in sparkling eyes that touched your heart;
no more, the endless days of pure delight
when you once held that precious innocence
so glowingly alive within your arms. Your
games have taken even this from you.
And no matter what you say
or do; no matter
how you choose to move - those strings of
numbers answer back - no more...
? Michaelette ?
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Take me home...