You were given to me,
a plaything.
Joy untold, wafted in,
with you.
Pine scented limbs of yours,
I breathed in,
life.
Always knowing
this is not real,
watching,
biding my time.
But the gods, they play me,
the games change,
rules upturned,
new laws deployed to thwart me.
I must now forfeit
every small victory
of waning smiles.
This journey will not end
on the turning of the tide
nor will I even win
a smallest chance; a strike.
They stacked the odds
and set me up
to be crucified.
And I'm told :
you must do it
with a smile.
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