The Game

I’ve looked at anger in the form of being pissed. Now as my poetry captures and opens me. I am not finding the lightness of spirit.  The sadness of a woman in the nursing home and now the poetry of my Doctor who has won my trust and feigned friendship. Who are any of us and where are we going? 

The Game begins and ends with you.

Your game flows from the field.

Hands and heart greet each moment.

The Game begins and ends with you.

My game has begun again with words

I will only report what my need is.

Hands and heart greet me.

Shadows of yesterday linger in my body.

Wondering why, as I reach and feel.

Somewhere I knew you in a dream

Now our game rests within a tally

Lodged in numbers you count

Now I have to count my days 

Together our flow creates new.

Thoughts greet me as I say Hello

Your view is monitored as we speak.

Hello again my friend.

Oh that’s right, I’m not your friend.