Pawns
Lay here face to my pillow contemplating everything.
Why’d I say that? Why’d I do that?
What will I say tomorrow? What will I do tomorrow?
My heart racing as I’m thinking of tomorrow, I fear the next day.
He, Her, them all are players on a huge game of chess but where nothing but pawns sent to die.
This is just how I feel..
This is just how I think..
This poem is about:
Me