Faceless Devotion
Is there anyone who would hear the dreams I conceive?
Profit, pleasure, protection - ‘tis all they know to love!
They would laugh at my hopes till I doubt what I believe.
They bury me deep so it’s quiet up above …
And I would forget all to gain sweet reprieve,
But then life is a gift I’d be unworthy of.
What in the end can one ever know, ever claim?
Does anyone understand the person, the concept?
Of the entire world I am not the one to blame.
No one wants to see, so all of my tears are inside unwept.
In the end, I must be the one who stays in the game!
I must be the one to myself accept.
Once again my eyes are glued- the screens enhance
Before me a lie, a trick befalls, that good ol’ football
Oh YES! They care to make sure I am in this loathsome trance
They care about me so long as they can play me- their idiotic doll
Does anyone really love me, “unique”, in this game of chance?
No. The only one who does is this half-empty glass of alcohol.
February 28, 2020
Title Chosen : Faceless Devotion
Contest : Does Anyone Care Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Emile Pinet
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