I believe, in all this kindness,
I've lost the sole thing every man can look to.
Himself.

Where am I now?
After I looked so far into this abyss,
I could do nothing but succumb to the truth,
And the past.

These simple pawns,
Twins of such anger and retribution,
For though I had check,
They confound my inner workings,
And claim Mate.

So what do I have now?
But one king, lying in agony,
On the grey tiles of this silly game.

One queen, found her wrongful pawn,
And evaded this celestial kingdom I have made.
For it seems in kindness, one loses the field,

But why must this be so?
Why is it that through all the caring I have given,
One still seeks another.

Still finds a feeble black knight,
With nothing but false steps,
And foul swoops.

But is one truly alone,
If they have not even oneself?

I have lost my self to caring,
But somehow,
I still stand?

Though time means so very little,
It still ticks on,
And I still stand!

For in this incredible blow from not one,
But all sides;
I can do nothing,
But stand,
but stand, and fight.

But, how does one fight without grounds to do so?
Well, how does one write in such heightened intellect,
With no wisdom at all.

I must befriend father time,
And betroth truthfullness that hurts me so.
I must befriend the darkest of wholes,
To regain a soul of my own.

But why must you still give me check,
Just to have me stompled upon like a decrepit pawn.

I CAN NOT WIN!
But I will;
I must.