Game Of Chess

A poem

You move

I move

The course of direction is changing

With every nerving attempt to twist strategy

Cooking up ideas that feed the voids of emotion

Taking the next move to dimensions of uncharted territories

You think you can beat me?!

You must be sadly mistaken

Your King and Queen is in danger as a promise

Not a threat

Take my pawn and…

I’m just going to rob you of your bishop

Causing damage to your precious things

Disrupting your euphoria that was given off your destruction

Replenishing what was taken and demolishing your evil

For every move you make

I have a counter move

Don’t waste my time unless…

You want to get smart and make sensible moves

Creating more positivity in the atmosphere

Giving room for healing and progress

Not madness and nonsense

I’ve had my fair share of loss in life

Now is the time for victory

For every wrong move I made in the past were

Lessons learned about how to move different next time

With my strength and confidence

I grin the grin of success

Success in mastering this game

The tricks that were once up your sleeve

Are now outdated

As I take back what’s mine

You’re blown away with disbelief

Making your move to keep this game going

I make my move for the sake of the universe…

Checkmate!

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