Chessmen

Written by: Eileen R. Kelly


The compromise of day...
forgiveness falls to night...

The memory in seclusion...

the dwelling by candle light...

A spark is felt with feeling...
reality concludes...

The deserted composed...
of the precious moments accrue...

Like chessmen without a move...

We're forced to re examine...

the entitlement of freedom...
with fist diminished force...

The more we search the reason...

The more we discover the source...