That's all it was, wasn't it?
We see that now, just the same.
Your fulsome tears, shed as pricks
To those worried for you,
As planned. Heartless bag of tricks,
A tapestry of lies and deceit
Thrown o'er trusting eyes
To blind, manipulate, to cheat,
As you sneer, daring to choose
How far to take this game.
Yet, in winning you lose.
All that breathless freedom gained,
Gone, now a master rides you
Choked, burdened beast enchained.
That delightful garden you knew
Is now a barren desert of
Distress, longing, bitter rue.
All those joyous ovations stand,
Now, embarrassed silence,
The clapping, your one hand.
Success was yours believed
In this wider world.
Now, failure, yours achieved.
But, hey! Enjoy the Game.
© Jeff Stilwell 2012
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