Mind Games

Like a black

Withering in the cold

He never heard

What he had been told

All his answers

Were always near

Yet he avoided

Out of fear…

He sat there dying

By himself

And all she wanted

Was to help

But he was scared

And kept his distance

Slowly losing

His own resistance.

As she caught up

He made her play

Those twisted games

Every day

But while playing

She did learn

The mind of her opponent

Through the turns.

He never knew

What he was missing

Till the point

She started listening