Losing Game

I don’t expect you to understand
The words I have never said. 
They got lost among the strands
Of the ragged covers on the bed.

In dreams induced by feverish angst
I spoke the truth just once.
The rest were lies mostly advanced
To calm my racing pulse.

Dripping with regret, soaked in pity
I could not move a limb.
Pale, fatigued, no longer pretty, 
Undecided: to drown or to swim ? 

I don’t expect you to remember
The promises I have never made
I played a game and I lost forever
Everything that I put at stake

Copyright: Nara Hodge 2018

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