Last Poem II

I am a chessboard. You are a chessboard. All chess moves are made on us. Growing up is a move. Defeat is a move. The poetry I write is a move. Shouting from height into space is an action. All chess moves are made on us. I will say this one more time. Because everything that is repeated continues this journey with us. When you're sad and you're back in your little room and it's snowing outside, you only think of unhappiness. This move is called unhappiness and this chess move is done to you. We know that life has a black horse. The black horse is like a shadow sometimes, even if you forget its existence, the black horse is there. It's not just unhappiness. Who can deny that he made a move w...View all