I Just Cant Win

You can give me the pen of Emily Dickson or Langston Hughes but still submerged in losing languished hues. I just cant win, to the air I never hold my chin, with my trophy in the air illuminating my win. I just can't win, but all this time I watch my kin win,is jealousy a sin. I just cant win, I lost my balance in this poetic race, never able to see victorys face,below the bronze metal sulking in disgrace. Even if you put me ahead these senior poets with beat me in their bed. I just can't win theirs to many trap doors and rules against my rookie writing tools. I just cant win even with a boost or ultimate poetic springs, under my thinking boots. You can give me the pen of Emily Dickson or Langston Hughes, but still submerged in losing languished hues.Out shined, I can't seem to grow, from this seedling stage, because these mountain poets take my light and the refreshing aqua win, I just can't win, I do seem to lose, if you were me I guess you would lose your mind,but open up your eyes some times losing is winning in disguise. Without cheers. Without prize and peoples jealous eyes. The best victory you can encounter sometimes is excepting a loss. This I do often, if my poetry isn't number one when the coin is tossed. (Sigh) I just can't win or maybe I already have. You can give me the pen of Emily Dickson or Langston Hughes but still submerged in losing languished hues. Heads or tails I just can't win. I Just Can't Win contest Sponsor:Joe Flach By:Elliott Bowe