Nothing But A Game. Poem by Charlene Lee

You look me in the eyes and speak my name,
As if my life were nothing but a game,
A kingdom built on foundations of grief,
Where you find your joy and your relief.

While we are drowning in the tears we cry,
You dance beneath a dark and weeping sky,
Twirling in the rain of our despair,
With a heart as cold as the winter air.

You wait for a victim, a soul to ensnare,
With another trap and a heartless flare,
But your victory is hollow, your glory is thin,
For there is no honor in a game you win.

You trade in the shadows of emotional pain,
Washing your hands in the falling rain,
But the world you've built is a house of sand,
And everything you've won is dust in your hand.