Love Pawn

The raging storm occurring outside my window Can not compare to the constant choler That tempers my heart this maniacal moment. Why? Would you like living a pawn of love? Forever being forced to feel painful pangs Caused by a cruel manipulator. Like a captured Pawn without a pertinent part in the game of love. Only to stand alone among the active players. On the sidelines, stagnating, unable to sever Yourself from the fray. A preordained pawn! Whose role resembles " love's labours lost" A cruel comedy rendering me a pathetic prisoner That must persistently prove my legitimacy. Rage on teapot tempest! At least your wrath will wane.