The Pawn

I sit here looking up at the stars
I remember how I used to swoon.
A familiar shadow darkens my face,
as a contrail scars the full moon.
I wonder what my future looks like,
without you to spend my best years.
Bitter smiles and dead eyes,
using laughter to hide the tears.
Some days I go mad - I hurt myself
-trying hard to scratch off your mark.
It bleeds, it stings, I hide it away,
I'll wear years of pain like a scarf.
The moonlit contrail leaves no trace,
unlike this love-sick cancer.
I gave you everything I could offer,
now I must beg, steal, and borrow laughter.
Its quiet in this field we once shared,
not even the crickets sing.
I feel the whole universe is mocking me:
the pawn that wished to be queen.
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Your contemplation of misery is phenomenal! Five Stars! I love your style.Â
Michael O’BoyleÂ