Poem: Wicked Game

Oh to be robbed of the qualities meant to be cherished.

Oh to indulge in the pleasures that leave you displeased.

Oh to profess love in a moment when profession is feigned.

Oh to lose yourself in the hands of the one you esteemed.

Oh to distance yourself through a means of connection.

Oh to essay affection for the one who will not be affected.

Oh to immerse yourself in the decisions you're torn between.

Oh to dream of the end game to wake up at the game's end.