By J. Estelle Newlin
Another poem dedicated to the one whom I loathe with all my soul. You can stop keeping score, For I have left the game.
The rules don't suit my fancy.
The never ending challenge,
Has made my paitence rancid.
I'm sick of being caught up,
In this game of killer chess.
I want so bad for it to end,
You have made my life a mess.
You overstep your boundaries,
You cheat on all your scores.
You have torn my muscles to ribbons,
My heart wishes to beat no more.
I can no longer run this chase,
Or try for my own goals.
I am far to tired to even try in,
This game of battling souls.
I'll scream it from the rooftops,
I'll Write it on the walls.
If you will leave me alons finally,
And stop giving me false stalls.
I'll let you win this game of minds,
To better feed your ego.
If you'll inly let me live again,
If you'll only let me go.
(Copyright 2003 J. Estelle Newlin)