Checkmate | Albrin Junior | Print Friendly

When i first began;
There was a brain of idea upon me
Idle and pounding, head drumming
And wouldn't sleep till my pen danced.

Every virgin sheet:
I'd deflower with blue ink,
Giving way to demons and angels
Out my head, without stay.

Yet, now, my brain plain and empty,
Me once the poet of every hour,
Days on days have passed
Alas! My pen can achieve no once such feat.

T'same in all spheres;
Nature's vicious circle of life unbroken:
Beginners in time become masters
And master's beginners, nature's checkmate.

Poet's note: The poem checkmate came at a time when Albrin's came to a conscious realization that he doesn't write poems as much as he used to. Once upon a time, he could boast of writing over three hundred poems but as the year grows this writing dwindles, and not because he lacks idea, rather because his writing has spread into fiction and scriptwriting