The Game

The Game

It's an easy game, my friend
Put your answer in an envelope
And to me you send
I'll give you one question
But think before you speak
No matter how much you cry or sweat
Your answer I will frantically seek
There's no reason for you to beg or plead
Because once you play the game
Your answer I will need.

I have asked you the question:
"Your family or you?"
I have asked you for your answer
I told you that too
But yet you sit there silently
There's now only one thing I can do
It has been forced upon me
I must choose for you.

You're now sitting, sobbing
Eyes gleaming with fear
Your skin now throbbing
With an aching tear
Your face is changing
From anger to sadness to sheer remorse
You sit there looking
At the very source
Your face continues to change
From many themes
You just sit there blankly
Listening to the screams.