No more moves to make
No more ace to pley
Only a smile that is fake
And promises you fail to make
In this board, im a pawn
In this house, im no one
The strings of fate
have been sewn
Can we stay happy like before?
Before you gone mad and made us tore
I never wanted this lifelore
Can I talk to my author?
It ended in stalemate
You just stay in draw
But Im the one that felt checkmate
Im the one that didn’t score
This is my biggest mistake
Watering on what could’nt grow
Waiting the next chapter of the last show
Cause myself is smart, but now I do not know
I just hate how
This makes me feel useless
But still somehow
I remember this isn’t chess
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Author:
kluoxe (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 22nd, 2026 03:06
- Category: Sad
- Views: 2
- In collections: All Kings Poems.

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Comments1
Metaphor following metaphor in this poem where life seen as a game of chess is a matter of winning or loosing and one feels stalemated. Nicely done
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