I used to win.
I’d win all the time.
Now it has come
Few and far between.
***
I stopped winning
When my childhood ended.
When I realized
The insignificance of it all.
***
Or perhaps it was
A specific moment in time.
When my grandfather
Decided not to show.
***
I used to win.
I’d win all the time.
Now it feels a foreign thought,
An indescribable emptiness.
***
The rarity of winning
Is not celebrated.
Not anymore.
It is just a target.
***
It has become a reason
To pull each other down.
To entice jealousy.
To forget morals.
***
Not that winning,
Was ever good for
The other team.
No one likes to lose.
***
But we all do.
All the time,
Not in a pessimistic way.
In a realistic way.
***
I understand how it works.
We can’t all win.
Certainly not when
The world is aflame.
About the Creator
KB
A snippet of life. Some real, some not. Thanks for reading!
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