Checkmate by UmehWrites
I wish I had the guts to commit murder, I would have been long dead. I wish I didn’t have morals and belief, I would have damned the consequences and took an easier route out of the unending struggles of life. Wish I didn’t have anyone who will cry when I’m no more, it would have made it easier to digest the thought of swallowing this sniper. I wish I don’t wish but just did it like Nike, this heavy pain on my chest would have been lifted.
Even though I have the liberty of moving any piece I want, it feels like this game of life has me locked in a tight spot. Every move I make makes me more vulnerable. Every attempt to conquer my world leads to a vital piece of me getting captured. I see the things I need to do, but every move I make is countered by a Knight’s King. My defences are gradually getting weaker. And even though I’m on a speed lane I’m running out of ideas.
Funny enough my happiness is genuine, and my sad state of mind an undeniable reoccurrence. These mood swings are not helping matters. To balance it I kiss Mary Jane and slip into a deeper session of happy thoughts, mixed with a little bit of pain here and there.
I feel like a lost cause, but for the sake of those I love and these dreams that keep haunting me, I will never give in until I make the very last move. Until I hear the resounding echo of victory or loss….until it’s checkmate.
