I'm in a game of chess
One wrong move, and everything could go wrong
One mistake, and every eye will pierce
I'm a living prey to my every move
I'm like a meat to a carnivorous snare
Trying to catch me by my hair
All the king's henchmen glued to my steps
Moving so carefully
They look for anomaly
I am trapped by the monarchy's pawn
So I escape from the adversary
Running away from adversity
I'm no fool to stand still on a square tile
No need to stay in the castle if I'm vile
A little game is bitsy in a scheme of guile
Mingling with fire, I start to realize
At every corner, no hero to idealise
Evil is a synonym we try to materialize
Satire and parody is here to expose
All who act holy from each open rows
Be an echt player and don't oppose
In this game of chess, we all learn
Learn a principle from those who discern
Amiable game and propriety is what we return
Go and watch your own move and your mate
End the spur of fury to check your mate
Neglect your flaw, and you'll be checkmate
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A Lifetime of Regrets
PoetryOur life is just simply a lifetime of regrets; continuously living them or learning from them. This is a collection of poems that tackles depression, insecurity, self-love, identity, relationships, family, suicide, hope, inspiration, and learning fr...
