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ive been working on this poem for ages. hope u peoples lik it.


The Chess Piece

A forbiddingly dark cloud hanging low over the earth
A cloak billowing ominously
A great black bird with wings widespread
Surveying the land with eyes of steel
It settles in the pit of my stomach
Next encircles my heart and chenches it in an iron fist
It stares me down until I can no longer lay eyes on it
It whirls through my mind, playing games wiht me
What move will it make next?
I see it coming but it is as untoppable as a speeding train
I an the pawn
Above me are the shadowed faces
It chose me as the pawn
Why?
All around, one be one, every piece moves
Each takes his turn shedding the blood of another
No matter if it is a beloved or a stranger
They slide slowly, so close I could reach out to touch them
The cloud rests heavily in my stomach
The cloak tightens relentlessly upon my heart
A light glimmers off the bird's long rippling beak
A towering white figure is moving now
Closer to me than any other has yet come
I wait to see who it will turn upon next, but it stops
It doesn't glide on past me
I see me own reflection in its surface
White-faced with trembling lips
The light that touched the bird's beak
Its source was my own eyes
Identical pools of deep blue-green
Shining with a light al their own
I am chained
By the cloud, the cloak, the bird's glare
The light is steadily fading
I am powerless to stop it
Why am I the pawn?
I ask but nobody answers
Nobody cares
If they did they would turn back to find me
I cry it and scream it until my throat aches
The figure is still before me
Her outline is hazy, but her face is clear
Hers is the great bird of prey
Sleek feathers, glittering black eyes, wickedly sharp beak
I am on my knees, shivering on the cold stone
They don't turn up their nises or purse their lips
But there is no sympathy in their eyes
They have no lips, no eyes, not even a face
Only a blank, smooth, impenetrable surface
My tears run red with my own blood
Streaming from my eyes, pouring from my heart
I cry out one last time, but no sound comes forth
I can't even scream anymore
Am I invisible? A mute?
Why does no one see me here?
I tremble under the queen's numbing glare
I close my eyes, trying to block out some of the pain
All my eyelids reveal is crimson
I can feel her reveling in my pain
It is her strength, her power
I try to run, all I know how to do
If only I could get away, everything would be all right again
My strength is dwindling rapidly
I open my eyes and see the reflection of light
It is almost gone, so faint it may not even be there
Why am I the pawn? Why can't I be a queen too?
A whisper in my ear, so that only I can hear
The whisper turns to cold, icy laughter
Why does it have to be my turn?
Can't it wait just a bit longer?
My heart is sliced into pieces
My mind is a tangled mess
The stream of my tears has run dry
And still they watch
I see only blinding darkness
Even the pain is receding
Nearby I can sense another of the figures
He is moving in to steal the life of his brother
They think that I am dead
That I am finished and can never come back again
I force my eyes to remain wide, to focus on my reflection
Though I dread what I will see
The light is so dim it is hardly there at all
Towering, shadowy figures all around
Black or white, it matters not
It whispers savagely in my ear
No words that I can understand
It won't answer me, it will only laugh again
Eventually the queen moves on too
Sliding sinisterly across the board
Why does she follow the others?
The other hazy shadows of beings?
All I have left is a pinprick of light
I watch until my eyes cannot see any more
Why did it choose me as the pawn? Why?


yes i know this is long but its my poem. if u even want to count it as a poem.