No More Games
I choose to stop playing
As the weight of the pain
Hanging upon my heart
Is getting too heavy for
The frail body that I carry!
I choose to sit, rather,
Someplace quiet, maybe,
Where there is green grass
And cool shadows,
Where I can see rainbows and clouds,
Where I can hear birds chirping
And pretend that I can see fairies dancing!
I choose to sit there,
And to wait,
For when the Gods
Would send me my death carriage!
Why, only the celestial grace would sooth me
Like make up, it would have me all gleaming and glistening
Like spiritual mantras, it would have me feeling calm and at peace
Like food, it would comfort my needs
Like medicine, it would cure my ailments
Like magic, it would imbibe me with power
Like toys, it would lighten up the child that is in me
Like love, it would drown me in its warmth
And have me seeking only for it!
I choose to stop playing
As the requirements of life
Are getting way too demanding!
Having to pretend that I hurt not
Is like making of myself a smiling puppet
Plastered over billboards for this false world
To approve of!
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