Anatomy Of A Player Poem by Leria Hawkins

Anatomy of a Player
Date: April 19,2012


He walks a path, yet opts to shy
Turns away his yearning eye
Steals by night, the sighing breath
Feigning innocence at the theft

Looting dreams, and hoarding fire
Bottles up the fond desires
Then makes haste to overwrite
The whispers of her futile plight

A heartless beast, wearing skin
Malice cloaked beneath a grin
Killing time, by spewing flames
Born of the lust that fuels the game

Baits the hook for prey to taunt
Into dreams, his whispers haunt
Spinning webs of cool deceit
Leaving naught in his retreat

Every move is calculated
To keep his needy head inflated
Bleeding secrets from her soul
Just to fill the empty holes

Thirsty for his choice of wine
All but the best, he will decline
Too many fishes in the seas
Too many flowers left to tease

A rabid hungry, heart of greed
Hoes a row for planting seed
But once the field is cultivated
He walks away, his rage deflated

So many souls he leaves to grieve
Tears of loss brushed off his sleeve
Not an ounce of pity for the weak
He just shrugs and turns a cheek

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