Poem - The Games They Play, Poetess - Dr. Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

The Games They Play

Dr. Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj 

The games they play,

Endless, cunning, cruel

Whispers in the dark corners

Of your weary soul,

Twisting your thoughts

Into tangled knots of confusion.

Messing with your mind

Like shadows in the night,

Despite knowing the truth

That flickers, fragile,

In the trembling candlelight

Of your once unshaken heart.

Their mind games put you in doubt,

Planting seeds of uncertainty

In the garden of your faith

You question yourself,

Your worth, your sanity,

Every word and every choice

That once felt so sure.

And everything around you

Feels like shifting sands,

A mirage of half-truths,

Mirrors within mirrors,

Each reflection more distorted

Than the last.

Confusing your inner mind,

Blurring the lines

Between reality and illusion,

Leaving you adrift

In a sea of half-formed memories

And carefully spun lies.

What is real, what is the truth?

You ask the silent moon

In the stillness of the night,

As you search for a way back

To the calm shores

Of your own knowing

A beacon of light

To guide you through

The labyrinth they built

Around your heart.

But even as they play

Their endless games,

A quiet voice within whispers:

You are more than their illusions.

You are the truth,

And in the quiet,

You will find your way home.

Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj 

Annmariewrites.com 

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