I was blindfolded my hands were tied
I was twirled clock wise anticlock wise
Then one hand touched me Next another
Then one more Tell me who am I ?
One man was using many hands
Twirls left me imbalanced I smelt a child , but he was a grown man
Hands in glove with others The game was played against me
Sometimes suicidal threat Othertimes homicidal threat
Finally they stopped playingThere was no one
Just the stench of foul play
Could it be a father ? Could it be a brother ?
Could it be a friend ?
Hatred has more eyes
Love is blind.