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::: The Game :::

We work each day
Wake up early to run
Errands
We think need to be done
Drink our coffee black and strong
Rush! Rush! Rush!
Into the car where we
Sit impatiently through traffic
Radio flipped on we
Hear but do not Understand
We are freefalling with Tom Petty
But really just filling our
Heads with someone else’s words
Pushing our own away with
Silent desperation.
We think so as not to think
Look ahead so as not to remember
And silence is our enemy
Our heads our biggest foe
Fighting the fight to stay alive
Through the tears that occasionally
Accidentally
Escape the usually vacant eyes
We brush them away and think no more
So we can live.

It is a play rehearsed daily, hourly, minutely
The right words and expressions we learned from youth
And language that could be our liberator
Has become our biggest inhibitor
As we fill our tongues with clichés
That have no meaning
And are lost for words
For poetry.

But we continue to chatter excessively
About food and books
Arts and Entertainment
While one eye faces outward
The other inward
A ceaseless struggle to live and be real.

Written by: ~ Merav Tassa