Loser

hopeless, i think not

An ever illustrious champion at failure walks these streets

His head hung low as he drags his feet

He faces defeat in each feat which rids him from sleep

Every venture is failed

Every aspiration maimed

He bears the mantle of endless pain

He proudly wears regret on his sleeve

He valiantly flies a flag of suffering

He rides a stead of misery

And clothes himself with consistent affliction

Being accustomed to such malady truly is lunacy

His love for discomfort is quite disturbing

Such adornment for agony is trifling

He’s dosed by the enchanting nature of constant deficits

He has found clemency in the arms of frustration

By embracing torment he feels nothing

Envisaging calamity now becomes delightful

Anguish is ever so rightful

He takes pains to keep sorrow mindful

He apprises himself as one without value

He now lives without meaning

Lives without passion

Lives without desire

Lives without ambition

Living simply for the passage of time

A life lived for nothing

He has let his flame burn low

He has permitted the adversities of life to define him

His vitality is frittering away 

However there is still hope of deliverance

He can be redeemed only by the benevolence of a hallowed being

 

 

 

Author's Note

every soul can reach redemption, every soul

Reviews

[Pete]

yes indeed. after all the wallowing in self-pity, i love the last line. deep, powerful, emotive write. clever, catchy title. many feel / have felt this way. thanks to the almighty, there is an answer. great word - redemption. excellent write ... :)

[Quill]

glad you can relate to it

[Jimmy Yetts]

If "a hallowed being" can still save the soul you've described, we all have a chance.
Hope dispels despair; light scatters the darkness; love destroys hate.
Redemption! What a magnificent concept!

[janemaria]

thank you, I was going through the same feelings recently

[Quill]

thank you for the review, i do hope you have found your redemption

[sette]

it is one sad poem the emotions here are depressing and sad but then when we look at our inner souls we know there will always be emptiness and sadness which as you have described a malady that depends on the courage of a person to fight off or not.

[Quill]

yes indeed, we must all build courage to fend off such malady