Playing Games Poem by Sandra Osborne

Playing Games

Rating: 3.7
 


Playing games to satisfy
Some deep inner fear,
Wondering why we cry,
And why are we all here?

I asked the blind man
On the corner, 'What do you see? '
And he answered only once,
'Just every single need.'

And if no one understands, there's pain,
To prove that it's all real.
And every time I see your face,
I scream, and laugh, and feel.

Copyright 1992 Sandra Osborne

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jayne Heming 16 December 2004

Sandra, I've enjoyed reading your work immensely. This piece is painful in its poignancy. I have taken away the memory. Thanks for sharing. Best Jayne

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