Rebel Against The Game

a game of chess, gone wrong on your side. What do you do?

The field was in

organized disarray

every speck of blood

where it glistened was

placed with care

 

you are losing

pieces of youself

on the black and white

decrepit squares

now a pawn

now a knight

now the queen

 

listening as glass slides

across glass board; God

moving a piece to weaken you

and your army

 

the disarray is a calm one

pearl white pieces scattered

everywhere and you are now

two strong- king and a pawn

waiting to fall, to stare

with empty eyes, upside-down

at a dooming sky

 

torture- single steps away from

rooks and the queen

making no haste

to trap, to corner

 

the game

 

the pawn

 

grasp its head in your innocent fingers

lift it with a purpose above the war

state that, "this is my game!"

sweep the lowly pawn in a lethal arc

glowing with a child-like avariciousness

hearing the overpowering pieces hit the floor

the king- the last

shatters at your rebellion

 

the House of God shakes its head

sadly, for you and yours

are left standing on the field of glass

and broken rights, of bloody dreams

alone in your sin

 

the undeniable demon, that is,

the perverse

struck with the slow cadence

of fate's footsteps

rendering you

a rebel

 

so

having won

you have lost.

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"so
having won
you have lost."
I enjoyed this poem. Strong statements open the doors to thoughts and the I like the true ending. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[dreaming dame]

Oh my. Wow, I am over powered reading this. You have written so much, said so much I mean. i feel, like I've seen read a deep part of you. :)

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Great metaphorical usage..
love it !!

[The White Wolf]

Yeah, this is pretty much why I don't play chess. It is very much like chaos, controlled, an "organized disarray". Life is too short to waste it constructing schemes and plots and playing games with others. Better to just live, I think.

[nicolettox]

great poem man, beautiful words.
you know, I've read many times the image of life being played like a game, maybe a game between man and GOD or of man against the devil, but never before like yours. If I understand it well, of course. excellent words. You deserve that username, by the way, there's something dark about this poem one would expect from Poe.
thanks a lot, what an honour to read this.