Charades

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I'm confronted by my enemy
but fortitude keeps me tall.
I do not flinch the closer he gets
but my impairment weakens the stall.

"Let's play a game." (He says)
"Why don't we make a wage.
If you win, you go free.
If not, your heart will break."

I edge to walk away
but curiosity catches up.

(I ask him) "What's in it for me?"

(He says) "A poor boys love."

I agree with vitality in my mid
hoping the best comes my way.

(I ask) "What game are we dealing with?"

(He says) "I thought we'd play charades."

Thinking I got nothing to lose
I prepare to give it a shot.

(I ask him) "Can I have a clue?"

(He says) "It's something that you want."

(I ask him) "Is it threatening?
Is it a trap if not a risk?"

(He says) "Don't think twice,
go with what you think it is."

(I say) "I think it's forgiveness.
The love I seek to find.
the acceptance that I see in him
the assurance that is mine."

A smile etches across his face.
I hear the laughter in his voice
as he grins with such disgrace.

(He says) "Child you ask too much.
The wise man was only blind.
The feelings that you feel inside
are yours and are not mine..."