M. Sana Poet Verse

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??

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Nayda Ivette Negron Flores November 11, 2015 at 4:57 PM Excellent poem. Very wise words. Sometimes in life you do not know which is the next step. M. Sana November 12, 2015 at 1:30 AM :D Thank you Nayda.. It's really kind and sweet of you.. I am deeply humbled by your compliments .. t.c..