two vipers curl around the board
both with curled hands and cunning eyes
they move their pieces again toward
the winning move, their strokes belie
a certain will, to win and lose
dividing pieces into two
Gomoku, with sudden waves
begins to betray ancient ways
reveal a move, which strikes too true!
the winning snake lifts victorious eyes
it celebrates, while the other's blue
perhaps again they'll roll the die
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PoetryA collection of mentally ill poems about the world, written by a mentally ill person. Perfect if you're into abstract or freeform poetry. New updates come at random times, but expect slightly consistent updates at least once a week or so! Top 10 in...
