I was just a pawn in his game of chess, A piece to be moved, discarded, no less, Spent and broken, my heart laid bare, His true colors showed, revealing the snare.
He took what he could, left nothing behind, A useless soul, abandoned, confined, On the side of the road, used up and torn, Left to mourn, in a world forlorn.
A stupid fool, ensnared by a con, By a heartless man, with no soul to draw on, He won his treasures, claimed his deceit, Leaving me shattered, alone in defeat.
No beating heart, no flicker of soul, He played his game, exacted his toll, And here I stand, wiping tears of pain, A reminder of loss, in a conman’s reign.
But from these ashes, I’ll rise once more, Stronger and wiser, my spirit will soar, For though he won, his victory’s hollow, A life without love, is a fate hard to swallow.
And I, a pawn no longer defined, Will find my path, my peace of mind, For even in pain, a lesson is learned, A soul can rebuild, no longer spurned.
Written By Scott Randy Gerber, Creator of Whispers Of The Soul © all rights reserved 2024