Noughts and Crosses

short first draft

It's a never ending game

of noughts and crosses,

with every shield i raise

my inner opponent 

forces

its way towards me

from another direction.

Its smug face 

as it knows 

it has me cornered,

as it sees

me cowering

in the corner it has

carved for me

a cold cave 

with no way out. 

It's impatient urges

and humiliating criticisms

stunting me before 

i even attempt to

take a step in any

direction. 

It's gleeful yet

haunting cackle

as it knows this 

enthralling game will

NEVER

come to an end

as long as this

timid and terrified

tiptoeing shell of a person

that i am

stays second guessing 

and horrified by what may be

around the next bend

within my next move.

The fear of knowing

that i must one day face

the unknown. 

Reviews

[Yangy]

Whoa, I love the whole feel and look of this. It describes the feel of the speaker so well. Fantastic!
The only thing holding the 3 points is the grammar having a lack of capitals/all that stuff. Don't know if this is by choice or not but it definitely puts me off