Soon it won’t matter anyway
All this work will seem like play
Misery is here and means to stay
While each individual dream turns gray
I find the music of the donkey’s bray
Is the tune that has carried me through the day
Pawn bishop queen knight or silly rook gay
King’s fate changes with the pieces we play
Equal the change with words we will not say


2 comments on “Unsaid

  1. Deborah says:

    I look forward to the day when you can get back in touch with the parts of you that you long to express again. 🙂



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