Matthew Anish Poet Blank verse

Repitition of Moves

The pieces lie
scattered over the 
      chess board
     The game is over
Too many repititions of 
       moves to continue
  Life is like liquid 
poured through a sieve
    Every single day
    the sun rises 
    and 
    sets
          things go on 
       badly or beautifully 
  depending on 
         season of man
  Sometimes we feel 
          as if
we are trapped
      in a cycle
which repeats itself 
    ad infinitum
         One day we pray 
    we'll break through 
      the chains
                     soar upward like 
    a bird of fire!
          But for now 
       it's the same
              repitition of moves
 played on a chess board
        No winner!
We're waiting patiently now
           for another game to 
       begin

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