I had this freaking pain,
In my brain,
An arching thing,
Making me play—
Poorly.
It made it very hard to conceive,
Of strategies—
And plans to leave my opponent,
In the dust,
Lost,
Bereaved—as I had claimed my victory.
But instead of such,
Success,
I was torn away—
I did not see the correct way to play, today,
And thus I lost,
This game I play—this game for which I spend,
So much time I spend.
But it’s okay—
For at the end,
I still had fun.
And that’s all we can ask for, really.
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Special thanks to: Melissa Potter
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