-Strategy, a Poem- Hello! This is a poem I wrote late at night about 4 days ago, and it is by far one of the best things I've ever written. The reason I say this is because I put a lot of myself into it, and the meaning can be one of many things. I won't tell you what I believe it to be about, because I want you to find the meaning for yourself, and what it means to you personally. I HIGHLY recommend reading the poem down below after reading the project. I hope you like it! Thanks to SWC, for without it this poem would never have been written. Also thanks to bensound for the music. If you are somehow unable to access the project, I have put the poem below: -Strategy- You stare across the table and wonder how it's played the game they know so well- the strategy they've made the countless times they've beat the game opponents left in tears You close your eyes to craft a plan ignore their smirks and sneers You open your eyes hand on the table you move your piece, it's ready, able. You hear a laugh Ignore it, focus! Their turn is over. Now which one's closest? Your strategy is working well so far But what's that? One move; your on par Of course that's no way to play the game You smile inside and move again. Heart beating breaths quicken the game is on you'll never sicken of the thrill, the price, the false laughter win or lose, a vital chapter of the book you'll write someday about the game and how it's played What's your strategy? A mere analogy? I don't need an apollogy nor flattery to battle he broken by tragedy the gravity of depravity, apathy bring them back to reality until satisfactory I don't want to fight you, but what's your strategy?
