The Game

in poetry •  7 years ago 

THE WAIT KILLS ME…
NEVER KNOWING IF YOU DO OR DON’T…
AM I JUST A PAWN IN YOUR LIFE GAME?
OR, THE QUEEN THAT BLOCKS THE BEAST ON THE BOARD.
SO, YOU NEVER HAVE TO DRAW YOUR OWN SWORD.
WHERE IS THIS GAME THAT WE’RE PLAYING GOING?
WHEN WILL IT END?
THIS GAME HAS FELT LIKE AN ETERNITY.
A LIFETIME WITH NO END.
THE PIECES MOVE SLOW, ONE AFTER THE OTHER EACH KNOCKED DOWN AS EACH MOVE IS MADE.
TILL THE BOARD IS EMPTY OF ALL EXCEPT ME. YOUR BELOVED QUEEN.

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