The Slow Game

by variousglimpses

I’m losing a game
I don’t know how to play and
No-one can teach me

I sit alone here
With my apathy and shame
And I barely move.

Silence surrounds me.
My small movements declare me
While I wish to hide.

To call existence
A victory- such are my
Pitiful tactics.

Rewarding myself
And keeping my back turned as
Another piece falls.

He joins the pile
The sad heap of detritus
Cluttered about me.

These broken trophies
For my faceless opponent
Force me to concede.

Another point his,
That turn passes by, while I
Still don’t know the rules.