What Now?

In an unbroken silence

Stalled in time

Caught in your own net

With your heart struck

And stolen

Keeping the same tune

Just air

And wind

A sobbing breath

Sky blown

Through forgotten reeds

Choking on the truth of it

Play the game 

Chess is of the mind

And you're all heart
What now that it's gone

Chess is of the mind

And you were never

Good at it


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