life is a game....


Endgame

Every hour spells out this constant chess game I live
No mere pawn as I once aspired to be
Neither a king as I hope to someday be
I exist as a knight, or so my feelings lead me to believe...
I can never go all the way ahead, for my life always takes
The other path, the darker road, the inevitable, fatal detour.
I move forward again, the shivering pawn grasps his lance
With frightened white fingers
Yet again as I descend, I feel Atrophos' insistent aged fingers
Pulling me in another direction.
I have learned, as the days tick ever closer to the endgame
To lie content in my destiny
For just as the fates pull me aside from where I want so desperately to go
When I do stare doom in the face, heavy brimstone on its breath
And I shiver with defeat
Yet again will my paths change
I will have escaped to another destiny.
While I have accepted this, I know that to force the hand of the future
I must make my move today.




Poetry by Dominic
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Written on 2007-03-14 at 18:55

Tags Chess  Life  Fates 

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