Playing Games

Playing games to satisfy
Some deep inner fear,
Wondering why we cry,
And why are we all here?

I asked the blind man
On the corner, 'What do you see? '
And he answered only once,
'Just every single need.'

And if no one understands, there's pain,
To prove that it's all real.
And every time I see your face,
I scream, and laugh, and feel.

Copyright 1992 Sandra Osborne

by Sandra Osborne

Comments (1)

Sandra, I've enjoyed reading your work immensely. This piece is painful in its poignancy. I have taken away the memory. Thanks for sharing. Best Jayne