In the words of a man who may or may not exist, “If you ain’t first, you’re last.” How can you feel what it’s like to win if you’re not the best? What’s it feel like to be at the top? The bottom? With no way we can all be first, let’s talk about what it’s like to lose. How’s it feel to never be good enough? To never be the first pick? Even the last pick gets recognition. But what does it feel like to get picked third to last? ———PS: Follow and share links are at the very bottom of every post, near the comments, as well as ways to donate at the bottom of the about me section if anyone would like to support my writing further. Thanks everybody for the resounding support I’ve had so far!
Stasis
your strength fades
no light behind the eyes
all that’s left are shades
all that’s left are lies
growing and multiplying
now metastasizing
weaker and weaker you wane
as your disease waxes
christ alive
lost your drive
hope is gone
missing the sun
muscles atrophied
bones of glass
pallid face
and glossy eyes
still breathing
light already leaving
you lost the fight
how pathetic a sight
Poems by Sam 