Games They Play

Wicked games the heart likes to play

Speaking words of love, the mind does say

Is it both curled into one?

Them brats! Never be the common sum

“Feel your feelings” someone said

Trembling feet, my heart bravely treads

The workings of his heart, the wanting of his mind

If I were to know, it’d be very kind

For the darkness of love, prolongs the misery

The light in the woods of learnings from history

Unravel them all, my mind suddenly discerns

Learnings of what kind, it humbly concerns

Close my eyes & hide my face

None shall see my eyes for the truth in them stays

Confessions seems the easy way out

Tough be the fear if this is a temporary bout

The darkness of my mind, the games of my heart

In history, they have played a part

A pre-written story, I am tempted to conclude

Then remember the readings of my recluse

I write my own stories, the wise men preach

Everything comes to a halting screech

The moment stands still, except for the beat of my heart

The mind is calm though it shall soon start

For now, peace is the order

Chaos tend to stretch much too broader

This be the end of my soulful rambles

Lest soon my heart crumbles.