My heart is crying without sound As blood wells up in an open wound; "Life is a game," I said, "that I Will play with laughter and head held high. I will keep the ancient rules that none Can laugh at me when the game is done; I will play for love and a little fame --" I played and I have won the game. I have the things that I desired, I am alone and very tired; My heart is crying without sound As blood wells up in an open wound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THESEUS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE THE BURDEN OF NINEVEH by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ON THE BIRTH OF HIS SON by SU SHIH WALLS by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. THE STRANGER by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA THE IVORY CRADLE by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER PENISKEE by THOMAS GOLD APPLETON |