Middle Game

The pawns move forward only to block forward movement by black.
Trapped.
The bishop slides across the board tempting capture.
The queen holds ground waiting....waiting.

My days move on.
Not getting enough done, leaving it all till a day off.
I let it go, I play catch-up.
Which is fine, because after all
It's plowing through.
It's work.
Just keep moving.
It's just that the end game never comes.
When,
win or lose,
There is at least a hand shake and closure.