Checkmate
It's getting awfully late
I have a lot on my plate
I'm in a blase state
I long for a clean slate
I've done things I hate
Were my choices fate?
It was a horrible date.
I took the cunning bait
I walked in evils gate
I did it, and I can't debate
Nor even commiserate
Darkness said checkmate
Alexis Y.
05/21/2021
Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2021
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