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Tag: Deceit

  • A Pawn In His Game Of Chest

    A Pawn In His Game Of Chest

    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

  • When You’re Dealing With Darkness Head Back Towards The Light.

    When You’re Dealing With Darkness Head Back Towards The Light.

    When Dealing With Darkness Head Back Towards The Light

    In shadows deep where whispers dwell, I tread a path where secrets swell, A mind so sharp, a heart so cold, A master’s touch, deceit unfolds.

    His eyes, a mask of gentle grace, Conceal the lies that lace his face, A puppet’s string in every glance, I dance to rhythms of his trance.

    With words like honey, sweet and sly, He weaves a web where truths must die, Intelligence, a double-edged knife, Cuts through the fabric of my life.

    His touch, a phantom’s chilling grip, A poison coursing sip by sip, In mirrored halls, I lose my way, Each step a gamble, night or day.

    But in this labyrinth of dread, A spark of hope, a thread of red, I find within a voice, a spark, To shield my heart from shadows dark.

    I gather strength from fractured light, To stand my ground, to fight, to fight, Against the tides of his control, To reclaim fragments of my soul.

    No longer will I bend and break, For now my spirit starts to wake, With every breath, a silent vow, To save what’s left, to heal, somehow.

    For in the dawn, a future gleams, Beyond his reach, beyond his schemes, I rise anew, a phoenix bright, From ashes dark, into the light.

    By Scott Randy Gerber, Whispers Of The Soul © All Rights Reserved 2024