Questions And Games Poem by Sharron Stephenson

when the start ends just as quick
the problem is more and more painful
an answer is a question to bare

a care a knot to tie
the breath no stairs to climb
rings and chains
promises and bells
a wounding click a memory lost in a
social pass

a minute in the hand of a day
calls to the heavy point of emotions
a letter the brief clue
to the walls of dangerous games
fight and fight to gain the motions
of heat and cold