Rebel Against The Game

Rebel Against The Game

A Poem by Poe Redd

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



having won

you have lost.


© 2012 Poe Redd

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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.

Posted 11 Years Ago

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. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago

Great metaphorical usage..
love it !!

Posted 11 Years Ago

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.

Posted 11 Years Ago

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.

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on May 29, 2012
Last Updated on July 9, 2012
Tags: chess, rebel, against, the game, loser, winner, God, life, yo


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