The Battles I Win Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

The Battles I Win



Alone does not mean loneliness.
In the quiet of night I'd engage
In a fast game of computer chess,
The battle is tough and may rage.

The hours see me bent to release
Some dire human need to wrestle,
In a conflict that settles no peace
There's power in controlling the battle.

A mind's play in strategy -
My horses can jump clear attacks,
Pawns and bishops may be casualty
But to win is to never hold back.

Almost sadistic with the kill,
When the black suffers loss of his queen.
The final salvo gives me the thrill
As a checkmate announces my win!

All Rights Reserved ~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~07.30.14

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