I dedicate this poem to all who care enough to read the whole thing. Checkmate Lain out before me, a carpet of squares, Off in the distance, my enemies lair. With friends alongside me, and family around, We wait, anxiously, without a sound. Those beside me, move up one step, Trying to finish, the impossible treck. Feeling important, in the front line, Taking my place, by my friends sides. I move up and up, and clash with a knight, All my friends and loved ones, disapeer, out of sight. Me and him, him and me, Is all I hear, is all I see. At the very last moment, help finds it's way, Shining some hope, on that impossible day. Here I'm strong, and safe from harm, Comforted by, my families arms. Feeling invincible, I take a risk, Ignoreing the consequences, I throw a fist. As foolish as I was, I survive, Living and breathing, I am alive. Nothing can stop me, but I don't dare turn, For to see my family, I do so yearn. But soon I'm put down, thron into the murk, By those in the shadows, those who lurk. You are nothing, disposable, waste, The words sting, and leave somthing sour in my taste. Only a pawn, disguised as a knight, The enemy feels foolish, and will defeat me upon sight. Finally I turn, and look every which way, A feild of distruction, and there they lay. My family and friends, they lay on the ground, Asleep forever, eternally bound. With all hope lost I attach the strings, A puppet I will be, dispite the trapped feeling it brings. I am moved forward, and then to the side, The queen comes to take me, leaving the king open wide. At once I spot it, the fault in the plot, I try to warn them, but I don't mean alot. And then, and there, I decide enoughs enough, I move forward and left, proving I am tough. I feel a sense of victory, as the bishop slides across the slate, He knocks the king down, yelling checkmate. And altough I was not the one, to call victory, The other were blinded, and only I could see. This triumph is as much yours, as it is mine, Through love and hate we draw a thin line. I do not know, if this is what I want, or what I need, All I know, is that it planted a seed. Of doubt in my mind, that may never be the same, Without those that I love, how can I ever be sane? I went and I conquered, and I did it myself, But only now do I realize I needed everyone else.
I can honestly say that it wasn't supposed to be so depressing when I started it, but as I was writing, it transformed.