In a game of chess I am a master tactician.
I rise. I strike. I conquer.
Yet how come
In the game of my heart
And the war of my mind
I fall. I defend. I lose.
New enemies surface, beating and thrashing and slamming every corner of me until I am hollow and defeated.
The glint in my eyes
The smirk on my lips
Previous signs of my victory.
But I do not wear them anymore
Because, my dear
Life is not chess
And I have not won.