a little lady in one of the crowds,
like an ant – a worker,
on the surface, crawling through the world,
looking for a reason to be.
There might be one: to serve the Queen!
helping the royalty –
being next tool in a foolish game.
The King, a pawn in other mind games,
the warrior,
with little pass forward to...
There are many pawns,
many lives,
some win,
most loses,
mass disappears.
And this little lady:
she's there, watching – thinking...
What move she'll do next.
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The Way I Say It
PoetryCollections of poems throughout the time of high school. They were primarily written without any structure or rules. Those poems are very close to me. Each highlights the lows and highs of individual life and the perception of others and themselves...
