Solitary War

In the silence of the night, when everything has gone to sleep

and there is nothing to hear but my own lonely solitude,

My mind becomes my haunting enemy,

mocking, laughing at my every fault and insecurity.

Resonant in the dark halls that chase after me

as I flee in search of protection, of peace, of rescue.

A place that is lit with safety, a warming candle light.

Alas, salvation is but another dream.

I am trapped within the walls of my mind,

unable to stir or to awaken myself,

I am a useless pawn stranded in the center of war.

Surrounding me are more foes by different names.

One I call the knight, ominous as its homophonous pair,

alert ready to charge if I am to fight back and resist.

Another is dubbed the bishop, loyal and obedient, 

and dedicated to eradicate any threats.

Standing its ground, looming, is the rook,

alongside his queen, power of offense and defense.

Already, I am outnumbered, outgunned,

out of options.

Then comes forth the king of foolery.

I am then reminded I am only a pawn,

driven against a wall, a pawn in my own game,

made a fool against my will, a victim of mockery.

Unable to play a command, I am threatened

until daybreak's knight is to break through.

Penetrate the castle walls and end civil strife.

Just for this night only, however.

Sadly, whenever it is the time to dream,

the batle of my own lonely solitude

Will never end.

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