#WritcoPoemPrompt8
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat.

Leaving all others at the back,
Heading towards the winning track,
Suddenly a feeling of choke in the neck,
Stopped him to give a check.

The goal so near was lost for a mere fortune,
Cursing his fate he returned feeling beaten,
The pain ,the sorrow, and the guilt of lossing the opportune,
Has drove this ambitious guy insane.

With a heavy heart and a teary eye,
Looking at the never ending sky,
Walking down the lonely street,
Painful memories continued to repeat.

All at once has come to stand still,
The results most awaited is nill,
Only that person would be able to deal
Who knows exactly how it feels.


© Susan Rout