EVERYONE SAW THAT I WON

Soon after the whistle blew,    
When the race was over,    
And my toes crossed the finish line,    
The contest had reached its end.    
When all the results were gathered,    
The winner stood clearly before them     
And the glory was his to claim.    
    
Everyone longs to be a winner,    
To taste the triumph    
They believed I carried.    
I can’t deny it     
Everyone saw that I won.    
    
Yet deep inside,    
I lost like a battle.    
How can a victor feel this way?    
How can triumph turn to sorrow?    
How can winning leave you blue?    
    
Unfortunately… unfortunately,    
Everyone saw that I won.
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January 3, 2026 at 4:32 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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