by Gavin M Roy
All wound up, walking a fine line
ignoring the pain
loss, anger and sadness
that once acknowledged
will pour forth in torrents
my game face presents
who I need to be
to do what is I need to do
for everyone around me;
everyone but me
at least for now.
Posted on 04/04/2010
Copyright © 2019 Gavin M Roy
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 04/04/10 at 03:15 AM|
Well done Gavin both no doubt in terms of writing and life. We do seriously have to play that game from time to time in life do we not? Unfortunately it is not usually a happy time nor a game we enjoy playing. I hope yours goes well enough to help everyone through it. Good luck!
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/04/10 at 04:50 AM|
Voluntarily forfeiting a turn is never easy. You express it candidly and unassumingly here. Good verse. It is all a game, rules are always changing, the question every time is: "how well can we play together?" Thanks.
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 04/04/10 at 03:56 PM|
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/25/10 at 01:45 AM|
Poignant, sense of determined selfcontrol, emphasizes the need to focus in order to help others through the difficult time.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/25/16 at 06:37 PM|
Congrats on POTD Gavin. Good poem.