trapped in a game of peoplechess
lost in a land of confusion
sifting through bits and pieces of life
trying to shatter the grand illusion

memories wafting from an open door
while queens and kings push me away
my peers, as pawns, are shrouded from truth
as the kings and queens continue to play

manipulated in a game of peoplechess
each new move controlling my life
a woven smokescreen concealing freedom
through widdled lies from a carving knife

trapped in a game of peoplechess
of smokescreens, lies and shadows
pull up the curtain and see nothing more
than razzle-dazzle floor shows

a wicker bridge to a shaky future
does one dare to cross?
the only avenue out for me
is to take a chance at loss.

-Rebekah Faith