The Name of the Game
It creeps in at night
Or by morning light
But whenever it creeps
It stays out of sight
Only I know
In my veins it flows
The naive world around
Helps it to grow
Others clue in
But think it’s MY sin
I must CHOOSE this darkness
Again and again
It couldn’t be fluke
I must CRAVE to puke
I surly must choose
Not to rebuke
It’s all in the name
The name of the game
I envy you
But we’re not the same
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2022
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