Winning Is Everything
Winning Is Everything
I pace the floors frantically in anticipation for my reward
I know my contest poem is perfect! Perfect you hear me! Perfect!
“NA” is the response I get so I clap my hands and then collapse
Left for hours, weeks and months in my puddle of tears
And I’m not paranoid or worried for a minute, no anxiety, no sir
I told my tick, my twitching eye, my monsters in the dark
Please hold me monsters, hold me to your heart!
Forgive me for doubting your existence
I will never leave you again or the spies on my balcony
They need new equipment and binoculars you see
To see me clearly and my soiled soul
It is a little dirty at this time
I have (NA) on my mind
Maybe next time I’ll rhyme a little better in my poem
And the spirits of poetry will nurture me
With the Soup of truth
If I even get an “HM” I won’t have to cry or die or pay my spies
(They are becoming a liability)
At least I tried
So I rowed on down the river of tears
The river of my misery for years
With my “NA” by my side.... maybe next time
Created on 12/22/14 for “The Contest”- Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Jerry Curtis
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
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