The Loser.
Never came the golden and silver gleam of joy.
Never came the sweet; the sour and bitter was follows.
Never came that wave of victory.
Cheeks twinkled with tears.
Meaningless hard work and dedication caught the hand of failures.
Killed by hope and dreams.
Let go of existence to that six feet distance where nothing matters as imagination was the one who bought here and now, knows that imagination still exists as an image only.
© The Bliss