Abandoned and alone he walks on Danger watches him from every direction Looking for the king; he is the pawn His will, is his protection Though he is careful For every one of his tedious steps, could be his last. Not knowing what lies ahead Until that last significant moment, When nothing could be said But the last gasp of terror When nothing in else in your whole life matters Death can be anyone, To anyone Or the silence of the darkness That veils waiting death A green predator or a sly black snake, Its anyone's game.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem about a picture I drew. It was suppose to be somewhat of a descriptive poem about the Vietnam War as if it were like a game of chess. Kinda. This poem doesn't have to be about the Vietnam War, it can be about any. Or whatever it makes you think of.
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