Chess Board of Life
I am a mess like a board of chess
Filled with pawns and kings; but
Deep down in my heart though
I am a queen even If I confess
Everything is becoming a question
When I thought it was time to rest
My existence is becoming a turmoil
When end to be were, trough and crest.
Clock is tingling, time is passing by
My moves on board of life were dying
Hence; I am waiting and pondering
What will eventually happen, next??
Copyright © M. Sana | Year Posted 2015
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