Lose To Win

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If our
loss is
indeed
our win,
let the gloves
fall
like delicate
morsels,
and
let the fever
pitch
reduce
down to the
embers
of
what used
to
be.
If
our loss
is
indeed
our win,
let the
sky
simply become
a
yawn,
where
the spirit of
the
day is
felt only
at
the end
where the
night
just
becomes a
darker version
of
the day.
If our
loss
is indeed
our
win,
let this
poet
start new
words, with new
vowels
and consonants,
since
this
poem
just
ain’t quite
ready.

M.C. Davis

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