On A Defeat.

so we meet again―
lost without failure
disappointment but not defeat
although second place comes home empty handed

I'm full of enough pride,
enough competitive glory;
to let any lost, any defeat,
put a damper on my story.

yet, it's nothing like not hearing your name called,
and watching your victory
carried away
by someone else―
only to be
left
with the supporters'
sympathy and
a question of
misunderstanding
within one's self.

so we meet again― to reflect
on a lost, without the rules of a test;
on a defeat, within a race of winners
although my forecast superior to the rest;

handed my share of bewildered looks,
my sighs breath thoughts, "I gave my best,"
apologetic howls refrain,
their poise far too proud to unrest.

yet, it's nothing like giving my all,
and watching the final score come too
short to give way―
only to be
left
with an outer silence, and
absence of
sportsmanship
I can't
portray.

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