Check Mate...

Ever felt like,
your head is over crowded?
Like every daily contribution,
just makes it more clouded?

When everything feels like,
it's gonna fall apart...
Like the vision of the end,
but then your brought back to the start...

People ask so much,
from someone who is stuck...
The reason as to why your still standing,
is a reason drawn from luck...

Down on your knees,
in a leather bounded cell...
Glued to all your troubles,
and thoughts you can't expel...

Sinking deeper into,
debts of promised hope...
Hanging onto your last,
strand of unbroken rope...

As it breaks, you fall and reach out,
but no one is around,
you fall painfully,
face first to the ground...

And in your last few minutes,
of soft breath,
you realize it was all,
just an anguished test...

You know you failed miserably,
you lost,
you were too late...
So now the game,
you could never handle is over...

...check mate...