Escape has least advantaged me what luck,
is needed when the observations stack
against me, while the jokers in the pack
boast hardships as if I'm their sitting duck.
To languish in the deepest sorrow known
with fiery temper telling me they're right
means nothing when the name has no invite
to add, I may as well include night.
Its vast where all too distant peace of mind
can ascertain success of any man
who never though I could - nor did I find
convincing me for real, it had no plan.
Today, the lesser says, "I shall be lame",
the dismal light of day and mirky depth
of tears that only losers make when wept!
enough to drown my sorrows in, became.
Where obstacles exist, they can collapse,
with opportunity amongst all thieves
But none shall stoop this low, as woe believes,
The place where losers meet I guess.., perhaps.
A contest entry
- What is your definition of a LOSER???? PW..PW..PW Maybe it's you yourself. by echo-ink.
470 points, ended October 21, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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Very nice.
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Well done, loved this.
Just wonderful.
Bell,
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Nice job!
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Well crafted, sir.
A bit confusing with the punctuation at times, but I still grasp the concept of becoming a loser by "stealing" from another loser. Very much deserving of an applause.
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