In twisted games of pain and spite
One plays with fire, blind to the fight
Deception fuels the flames that rise
As hurt and betrayal sears the skies
You sow the seeds of anguish deep
Yet cry victim when the tables creep
The roles reverse, the pain remains
As blame and guilt in the shadows reign
This toxic dance, a vicious spin
Two souls ensnared, both losing within
One bears the scars, the other the shame
Both trapped in cycles, forever the same
No winner emerges, only pain
Two losers bound by the same refrain
The game consumes, a deadly play
Leaving emptiness, night and day
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Author:
Nicole Pritchard (
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A poem with rhythm rhyme and a message
Rare indeed
Much enjoyed
Thank you
The older I get the sillier I see blame. Blame strengthens the defenses of the blamed, it is a vindictive attempt to escape one's own fears and shame, it is the gasoline put on flames of hurt that turns a small fire into a conflagration, an inferno that neither escape. A beautiful write
A nicely expressed write, when cruel game of blame is played, there will never be any winners, enjoyed the read
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