Playing The Games

what i see
is this game
they all
play it, always
one is hurt
always there is
this to and

fro and up
and down
and swinging
between two
sides, pain for
you and
happiness for
me
you wish that
i too take that
pain

you can
no longer inflict
it on me

i've had enough
and i am not passing
it to somebody

passing the buck
of blames
and failures

if i give it again
let it be like
a bride throwing
a bouquet
of fresh white lilies
to the wannabe

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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