15 August, 2007

Checkmate

Zee

Wet eyes while tears cry,
Pain comes as good is gone.
My mind a maze no end.
I wonder,
I think.
No purpose to be found,
All will crumble.
My life meaning little.
A pawn in a game,
I sit,
I wait.
When will I see defeat?
I give up, I surrender,
Darkness has won.
No longer do I serve.
Checkmate

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