Stalemate

 Life has become a quiet, endless game,
A board of choices, yet all moves feel the same.

Pawns pushed forward, but progress denied,

Dreams once vibrant, now stuck by my side.

The clock ticks on, each second a bind,
Plans unravel, tangled threads in my mind.
Echoes of laughter, now whispers of doubt,
Hope feels distant, trapped and worn out.

Knights and rooks poised, but paths are unclear,
The queen’s ambition held back by fear.
A king in the corner, boxed by regret,
Checkmated by choices I cannot forget.

But even in stalemate, a chance to renew,
The board resets, and strategies brew.
Life may stagnate, but pieces can shift,
A stalemate today—tomorrow, a gift.