Stalemate

Kluoxe

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

  • Author: kluoxe (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 22nd, 2026 03:06
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 2
  • In collections: All Kings Poems.
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  • sorenbarrett

    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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