I lost a game of chess today.
I lost the same game yesterday.
It really feels like I can win,
but then the fun and games begin.
My foe is trained in arcane arts,
manipulating minds and hearts,
he lets you think you stand a chance,
then leads you on a merry dance.
The squares distort and colours change,
the knights and rooks all rearrange,
the rules get wrestled out of whack,
my king dies from a heart attack.
It doesn’t matter how I play,
I end up losing anyway.
He taints the game so he can’t lose,
he paints my brain in blacks and blues.
I’ve had enough of guilt and blame,
I need to find another game.
It’s harmful to my mental health,
to lose at chess against myself.
p.s. I’m not sorry really. I’m proud.