Vickie Hurtt - Thayer Poet Free verse

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THIS POEM IS A METAPHOR PERTAINING TO CHILD ABUSE.

Check Mate

I remember knocking all the king's horses,
and all the king's men down.

I was young and the queen was mad,
Because I was still standing.

Never had I felt so strong,
My method of tactics was genius.

I broke the kings pattern,
Every move he made, I would move better.

He would slide to the left,
I'd lift myself up and lean to the right.

I'd watch myself,
But I was still in the game.

The King became obsessed,
He charged forward.

I pulled out every move,
I tortured his senses.

My sword struck him,
When he least expected it.

He fell hard,
And all of his horses too.

I bathed in the victory,
No King tonight.

I never wanted to,
No never, ever, fall in love with you.

Even though,
You wanted me to.

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