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