Friday, 17 April 2020

Silence

My voice is gone,
I feel like I'm white's last standing pawn,
The black queen still stands,
Doctors don't have magic wands,
My voice covered a stadium,
Now above it is just dead cement,
My flesh ,bones and clothes sit on a chair, observing balloons of helium,
The checkmate silent inevitable and permanent.

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