Games Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

I get so weary of this intruder
who comes out of nowhere
and devastates my heart.
Who is this stranger in my midst?
I always wind up pissed
having to deal with him
when he’s like this.

Will I never be free
of these antics
that completely
shut out the light
and all communication?
Suddenly
the walls go up
and just like that
I’m shut out and hurt.

Never know
what’s really going on,
just have to walk away
licking my wounds
looking for another way
to deal with my anger;
seems a perfect time
to sit and write.

Ah well,
tomorrow is another day;
all will be forgotten in slumber,
left to die
from lack of attention,
some games
aren’t worth more of my energy.