Losing

Continuously losing

Losing


Losing to a critic
Always seemed unjust
To have a heart unwrenched
But never able to entrust

Losing to a fool
Never seemed fair
When my heart - golden, was
beaten by that of rusty brown

Losing to a true heart
Was even harder to bear
Where my heart appeared silver
To such a shining glow

But losing to myself
Was the most unjust fall
As when I won
I was the hardest competitor of all