Endgame

How do you admit defeat?

How do you turn in shame and retreat?

When you cannot puzzle out your foe

When you cannot find the strength to know



When fear and frustration

Grip you by the throat

When women and nation

Throw you out of the boat



When the void overwhelms

And you strike down your king

Huddled under the elms

Losing your most precious thing



When you brain is too muddled

To understand thought

And your heart is too troubled

To let you do more than rot

View sirknight's Full Portfolio