Dominoes fill my floor.

by blossom666

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.