Game of Chess

Konichiwa!!! 😀

It’s a bright morning to-day (no shady clouds), and I shall present to you my most recent poem – my SEVENTEENTH poem (boy, am I just proud!) – that I have called “Game of Chess”. Please read and let me know what you think!


When you first came to me,
I knew you were trouble,
Yet, when you asked me for help,
I’d always obliged –
Not because I had no choice,
But because it was right.

When you first approached me with a problem, 

I was always there, trying to help.
But, when I tried to do the same,
You only turned deaf ears my way,
Never really cared.

When you first thought you taught me to have fun, 

I was just fooling around,
Making you think whatever you liked.
I never really bothered.
Why, you ask?
Because, you never did either.

With me, it’s always tit-for-tat, dearie.

I heard many complaints about you

From the people I cared about,
Yet I kept mum,
Drifting ’em all,
Just for the sake of your friendship,
Not that it meant much to me.
Why, you ask?
Because, I have had experience
With playmates like you.
I knew you never really cared,
Even when you first offered
To listen to whatever I say.
That moment I knew
You weren’t actually going to do that.

Listen, is what I only asked – 

Is it too much to be bothered with?

***

When you next came to me, 

I still knew you were trouble,
Yet, when you asked me for help,
I had always obliged –
Not because it was right,
But because I had no choice.
Of course, I could have left you,
But I have a human heart.

When you next approached me with a problem, 

I was still there, trying to help.
But, when I tried to do the same,
You only turned deaf ears my way,
Never really cared.

I heard many complaints about you

From the people I cared about,
Yet I kept mum,
Drifting ’em all,
Just for the sake of your friendship,
Not that it meant much to me.
Why, you ask?
Because, I have had experience
With playmates like you.
Admit it,
You never really cared,
Not then, anyway.

Even when you first offered 

To listen to whatever I say.
That moment I knew
You weren’t actually going to do that.

Listen, is what I only asked –
Is it too much to be bothered with?

***

And then the day came

When I had a problem to deal with
I tried to solve it my own way,
But, you shouted at me and ran away.
I didn’t know what you problem was –
And I still don’t –
But, I had a friend with me,
Another one,
One who really cared,
And who helped me out.

When I later thought about this,

You know what crept into my mind?
That I’d give you one more chance.
But, do you realise what you did with that?
You simply flung it away.
It’s true you didn’t realise my intention,
But, keep this in mind, dearie:
You don’t mess with people you call “friends”.

And, when you messed up, 

I knew you were never going to change,
So, I broke our friendship forever.
Even when you tried to approach me,
I always evaded you,
One way or another.
And the best part?
I tortured you by not telling you.
Perhaps you figured out by that last message I sent you.
But, you know what?
I don’t really care!
I’m done with your nonsense!
Keep it all to yourself!

That day, dearie, 

Ruined whatever you hoped for,
Including your second chance.
Now, that, my friend,
Is my game of chess.

With me, it’s always tit-for-tat, dearie. 

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