Pawn
I stood in line, awaiting my fate
As you decide every move I'd make
In your eyes, I was nothing but a plaything
A mere pawn to move at your beckoning
I danced to your tune, so foolish and blind
Unaware of the traps you lay behind
You moved me on the board just as you pleased
Leaving me broken, as my soul silently bleeds
YOU ARE READING
My Heart Bleeds Ink
PoetryA collection of poems is like a tile in the mosaic, each tile contains its own unique story and imagery, when you put it all together, they create a beautiful image, full of meaning and emotion.
