Lost Dreaming

A POEM~

With steps revealing his weakness,

And the ragged breaths showing his fatigue,

Averted eyes portray his meekness,

His stride shows his guilt of the lose in the league.

Warrior on the outside,

A coward in the inside,

Like a black swan he did glide,

But this is how life replied.

Pity in everyone’s eyes shone,

But he hated the sympathy,

Since life could merely disown,

And deprive all the empathy.

Who knew when the purest angels fell?

Or the fallen ones died,

Until it is too late,

But it was better to not dwell,

On things such as pride,

Since he was behind the ball eight.

But life taught him a lesson,

Luck is something you don’t own,

Charm; something you don’t buy,

Your fate you don’t decide,

But your best you can try.

This is the truth of life,

And the games it plays,

Causing more pain than a piercing knife,

Leaving the best of you in a daze.