Defeat
Crushing defeat,
failure beneath my feet.
How will I rise to my feet . . . broken,
I am on my knees.
Failure hits my heart like a knife piercing through my skin,
like a fire removing flesh
Believe me, there is hell on earth
There is no rising sun today, only black thick clouds covering my soul.
Fighting the storm in my head playing a familiar song "you can't win "
the drumming grows louder each time the voice sings 'you can't win"
I have given my pain wings to fly.
Only defeat can hear me cry
I am praying for the rising sun to remove the darkness from my eyes so I can hear the glory of the morning singing a new song of
hope ..."I shall win"
defeat will die
The sun will rise
I will smile.
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