Chessmen
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...
Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2012
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