Zugzwang

Poetry

Photo by Artem Labunsky on Unsplash

I can’t move.
I’m staying here.
I’ll come back
To pick up what we threw
In our stampede

I want to remember those who died
And we left into oblivion among the rubble

I’m going to give myself a chance
To think about the things we destroyed
Before taking one step forward.

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