Dominoes fill my floor.
You laid down the first piece and
the air was sucked from my lungs
and I forgot how to breathe.
You put the second on the floor
and I truly believed
I could handle it all.
You put down the third the fourth and the fifth
and the thought of life
made me feel violently sick.
Still more appeared on the ground
my voice disappeared,
I was left with no sound
and so I learned the art
to tip toe round.
And they came and came,
the constant flow
of a morbid game.
The sun never passed through the shade
and images of the world
began to fade.
The moon never skipped on the floor,
and the dominoes filled the
room to the door.
I could move no more.
I could of knocked those pieces down
I could have wiped
away that frown
and stole away your kingly crown.
But I didn’t. I stood in the shade
out of sight, so afraid.
Look at me now, i’m the product you made.
I’ll give you this chance,
i’ll give two or maybe three
blinded by life to hazy to see.
And some tried to reach and
some tried to see
but nobody recognised, that this wasn’t me.
‘It’s life.’ they would say,
‘It’ll all be okay.’
I would sigh to myself on the bed where I lay.
So nobody heard the tears that fell
or the frustrated times when I would yell and yell,
but everyone heard the story he’d tell.
Till one day, I kicked down one piece
and I had no idea what
that truly means.
But, one fell then two
and the sun filled the room
and I finally saw the sky that was blue.
The warnings I gave
are now the path that I pave
fixed together with promises I made.
The dominoes fall one at a time,
sometimes scrambling in a perfect rhyme
but they fall silently as i tip toe the room
as I search for a glance at the eternal moon.
The first ones to fall were anger and hate
the ideologies of life that I so badly craved.
Then a pattern appeared
as I got near
so many of them were labeled
‘Her majesties fear.’
Fear of failure mistakes and shame
each of them marked with my lovely name
and suddenly I saw that this was a game.
I knocked down the pieces and blindly I won,
my room was now filled with the morning sun.
Forget, did he,
that i’m a player you see
no one ever wins, when they play against me.
Karen Hayward (Copyright) 2015.