Constanza - a Dangerous Game
A Dangerous Game
Did we play a dangerous game?
Thinking it a silly affair,
That we might find some comfort there.
Following desires that inflamed,
Leading us on with certain stride
High Passion our uncertain guide.
Shaping, in time, whom we became,
Setting aside those friends we knew.
Without thought our ambitions grew
Not knowing we could not reclaim
Our loss; leaving our dreams behind.
Though we searched we would never find
Ourselves; nor pass the way we came.
Our fate was sealed by our own hand.
Was this the future we had planned?
Did we play a dangerous game?
Following desires that inflamed,
Shaping, in time, whom we became.
Not knowing we could not reclaim
Ourselves; nor pass the way we came.
11/18/2017
For contest 'Constanza' by Craig Cornish
Checked with 'Howmanysyllables.com
Copyright © Barry Stebbings | Year Posted 2017
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