Sitting in a dark corner,
Shadows on my mind,
Running through my memories,
I wonder what I'll find.
Grains of sand on a beach of hate,
a few castles blown away by a twist of fate,
An ocean loud, vast and deep,
fed by the tears of skies that weep.
A lonely pawn upon a black tile,
A knight taking him out with a triumphant smile,
while the queen looks on and the king stands still,
Looking of of the castle's window sill.
A childish act of innocence,
ramblings that just don't make any sense,
a safety net cast out by some friends,
as sanity totters upon the fence.
A checkered board of a vivid past,
memories that forever last,
a poster of hope that no longer holds fast,
uncertainty and doubt as the die is cast.
