(The Parlour) One false move

The Parlours second lesson, and another poem as promised.

I just had a panic 

A worry 

I was afraid 

I was annoyed

I thought that was

it 

Check Mate 

All done 

All Lost 

and then 

and then 

I tried 

again 

and just then 

I 

Succeeded

I just 

breathed

and my check mate 

become 

round two

And I 

Could not

Believe.... that in that moment...

I gave up on everything 

on Myself 

on fat e

and joy 

and Love

Woe be to me 

for being such 

a fool

one false move

one bad draw

one hundred

thousand 

bad rolls

does not 

consummate 

Failure

Giving up 

Does 

Author's Note

I am not happy with this but a promise is a promise.