Trust

TRUST People say trust is A two-way street But I see trust As chess pieces Often manipulated To fit the needs Of the two players The sad thing Is looking back At the conclusion of each game And see all the chess piece Casualties When you realize How many trusts Had to die For someone to win The ‘game’ How discouraging to know That this simple Classic ‘game’ Can be so symbolic Of our lives When we come to the realization That we’re all playing chess Every day Every person just a pawn Or a knight Or a rook To your king or queen Each of these pieces Shuffled around Manipulated to fit Your end game Each piece a trust Built up Over time Only to one day For the sake Of your survival Be destroyed Kicked off your board As you’re both left To writhe for a while In the aftermath As you momentarily Oh so temporarily Bask in your win Your vicious victory Only to figure out That with every new person Chess piece You meet A new game has begun As you carry the baggage Of all your broken Conquered Former trusts In a back room of your mind Making you so much more Deceptive Objective Detached Uncaring You so much more frail In the next game The next in an endless series of Chess matches That will last until You yourself fall victim Of a trust war And you yourself become Irreparably Metaphorically Symbolically Mentally And psychologically Destroyed Annihilated Beyond all repair…