What's the Name of the Game?

Thoughts I've been trying to put in poetry form for a while.

 

I was an impossible case

no one could ever reach me

but there was something in your face

that said you could see me

 

And you knew that,

that I couldn’t ask for more

 and you put on a show

like I’ve never seen before.

 

Did it mean anything to you?

that you made me talk?

that you made me feel?

that you made me show

what I tried to conceal?

 

But you didn’t open me,

I opened to you.

And you didn’t fix me,

I fixed in on you.

 

Was it real for you?

what you heard me say?

what you saw me feel?

when you felt me show

what I began to reveal?

 

Now you walk

Down all the aisles,

A quick buy and return –

While I walk miles…

 

Do you see as I do?

did you watch me burn?

did you avert your eyes?

and will you ever learn

the bad taste of lies?

 

What’s the name of the game?

was it just a play?

was I a tool for your show?

or perhaps you would say

that I couldn't possibly know?

 

 

Author's Note

A semi-rewrite of "The Name of the Game" by ABBA. Also a semi-response to many poems a friend wrote that are full of bitterness and ranting. Oh, and a semi-sequel to "The Hill", another poem I wrote. But in the end it's just something I was able to record now because it's all in the past.

Reviews

[unspokenguilt]

It's very real and has an overal feeling of a sweet kind of honesty...nicely done!
thanks for entering my contest and best wishes!
:) ear

[Emily B]

we find ourselves a place apart
behind light words that tease and flout
but, oh, the agitated heart
until someone find us really out.
--Robert Frost.

Recording those thoughts is important. Good job with this.

[Alexander Fox]

Beautiful. I wish that I could write with such structure and purpose. And you can never know other peoples motives. If you could understand exactly their motives, you would be that person. And whether or not this was written for me, I'm sorry for what I did. See you in math.

[Blade & Blood (The ..]

Wow, this sounds so serious; such a tone! :D The poem was definitely an organized piece; to me, it sounded like a song.

The way the words and verses are arranged made it feel deep in its meaning; the repitition in the questioning structure really contributed to it. It's as if you pulled someone to the side in order to speak to them face-to-face... something I should probably do with a "people problem" on this end.

Awesome job!

Eternally Yours.