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Samsara


Drunk on your words,
Entranced by your fire,
Bitten
Blighted
Blunted
Made small and single-minded
by your game.

But if I stop,
refuse to play,
what remains?
A gray world of duty:
Lethargic
Bureaucratic
Washed-out and empty.
Endless days.

The only living
is in the lie;
the rest is just existence.
And so I grasp samsara
With both hands.

This was written for Three Word Wednesday.

4 comments:

Sheilagh Lee said...

yes often we fool ourselves with the pretty words we hear.

December 10, 2014 at 11:47 AM
cifar shayar said...

loved it, nicely done

Quiet Always

December 11, 2014 at 3:35 AM
Jae Rose said...

Living is always better than existing..and sometimes that costs a little...hopefully it pays back..without a little risk things certainly would be dull..I love the runs of alliteration - and thank you for the new word...what comes around goes around maybe!

December 11, 2014 at 4:23 AM
Alice Audrey said...

The longer you play that game, the more samsara runs backwards.

December 11, 2014 at 11:19 PM