Luke Quaranta

Rookie (05-23-1993)

The Game - Poem by Luke Quaranta

Flashing lights bid me stay,
Compounding scores grip my mind,
Sounds slowly mesmerize me like the siren’s song,
In perfect harmony my senses are hijacked
And addiction slowly nests within me,
In moments of silence, they whisper to me,
Pulling me back to the never ending game

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 25, 2011

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