Checkmate
                                It is a daring game we play,
                                To be so close yet keep away
                                The feeling that lays deep inside
                                A thin veil under which we hide.
                                Waiting for Epiphany
                                When all the hearts will then be free.
                                No lyric rhyme, no stanza'd verse
                                Could possibly have told me worse.
                                A feint, a check, a block, defense;
                                Your scattered world makes no sense.
                                But I'm living in a fantasy,
                                So strangeness isn't hard to see
                                You capture me with those logic eyes,
                                Blue; and meant to hypnotize.
                                You move a rook, I take a pawn,
                                The pieces now are almost gone.
                                The game we're playing is at an end
                                Am I but one you call a friend?


                                              Jenn Szostek