Poem: Of Chess and Complexity

Game of chess, complex like you, 

A dance choreographed to toeing the lines, 

Between the darkness and purity; 

Black or white, like pawns that live or die- 

Under your cruel hands in this dance, 

Led by you alone. 

I try to think like you, 

To understand what your next move is; 

On this battling ground you play in; 

I try to feel like you, 

To advance, invade and retreat, 

Waltzing through mind, body, soul, heart. 

I write your name on the dark skies, 

So that when it rains, 

You'd fall like pieces back onto the grounds, 

Shades of gray amidst the black and white; 

Falling right through my shattered heart, 

To reveal your true, core colours.

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