Notes About The Poem

Although I am not a victim of war myself, I am a survivor of something that allows me to recognize what I am writing about.

Pawns On a Chess Board

Some said they lost all hope;
Some did, you saw it in their eyes:
That little light
That shines so bright
Became dull and disappeared.
Some became bitter, some wise,
Some couldn't cope.
That small white
Flicker, once bright,
Slowly went out.

So often that is what I see
In eyes, even on TV,
and I recognise,
For I was there.
I was where
I did despise
What back then became of me.

With everything taken away,
Including your humanity,
And nothing remains
But empty shell,
Sheer hell.
And too tired for complaints.
This terrible insanity
Of war, how some people play

With others as if simple pawns
On a chess board.
With hands high,
To move at will.
Freezing chill...
I still have no reply,
And have no vocal chords
Left to speak up... When will it dawn
  On them we're human entities!
  Where oh where is my identity...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Vaso Avatar
January 20, 2017 at 11:03 PM
Darren, you have outdone yourself, you have humanized the traumatic and made the reader contemplate, so well done!
White Avatar
January 20, 2017 at 11:16 PM
Thank you Arthur, and that exactly is what I meant by writing the poem.
Polydoro Avatar
January 20, 2017 at 8:08 PM
We still have such unfairness in the world, But I'm glad we still have good people to balance all the despicable ones. Rant when you feel like it, and keep moving on, because you're a fighter... <3 <3 <3
White Avatar
January 20, 2017 at 11:24 PM
I am happy to have good people in my life. Thanks Claudia. <3
Smith Avatar
January 20, 2017 at 10:00 AM
I can picture the big eyes looking out but all the feeling lost.
White Avatar
January 20, 2017 at 10:05 AM
Exactly. It's what I see and recognize.
Green Avatar
January 20, 2017 at 9:26 AM
Sometimes it does feel this way, more to others I am sure, but we must go on, regardless of how the board is set. It is sad the state of affairs in some places, the fear, the pain and the sorrow. Deeply touching Darren.
White Avatar
January 20, 2017 at 9:34 AM
It does, sometimes yes. There are times when this anger is triggered in me, but yes, it is temporarily nowadays, for which I am grateful. We move forward, cannot solve all the problems in the world singlehandedly. Thanks Chris.
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