LIFE CHESS
I stand before the path—which way to go?
And yearn for moves to glide in darksome flow.
The moments flee; no time is mine to waste,
This breathless game has seized me in its haste.
What is this cruel design? I stand confused…
My tortured mind lies trapped in squares of muse.
Dark pressure builds, I scale the prison wall—
And wonder when my bitter fate shall fall.
Should I feel power, or should I break and weep?
Is this a game, sweet war, or life’s dark sleep?
Am I a king, a queen, or wretched pawn?
O, rise, rebel my soul, and claim thy dawn!
Life Chess
© Copyright: Александр Венинский, 2023
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This is not a game, not a war, this is our life. It's a voluntary choice.
Мила Рей2 15.02.2023 13:49 • Заявить о нарушении
Мила Рей2 15.02.2023 13:49 • Заявить о нарушении
We should never forget that learning to love life will inevitably evolve into our loving to live it regardless of what’s happening.
С Уважением,
Александр.
Александр Венинский 15.02.2023 18:31 Заявить о нарушении
С Уважением,
Александр.
Александр Венинский 15.02.2023 18:31 Заявить о нарушении