Defeated
by Jessica L.H. Stanfield
Wednesday, June 04, 2003
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Defeated
Time and space,
closing in.
Heavy weight,
buckling down.
Dreams and visions,
fading into reality,
spinning me backwards
into a dreary realm
I've visited before.
I'm no stranger there.
And though it's a lonely place,
I have to go.
Time to lay down my sword,
remove my armor,
and hand this over.
My tears wont wash it away.
My lover can't kiss it away.
Its bitter, chalky taste
will rest in my throat,
will not be digested,
fully exterminated,
until I rest awhile,
and wallow in the realness
of losing the first round.
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| Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU |
6/4/2003 |
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This is a good chance to learn... "losing the first round" will make one stronger and wiser.
"Defeated" has delivered a prodding message. It is a poem that adds richness to the pages of poetry.
I Salute the Author of "Defeated".
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU |
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| Reviewed by Patricia Gomes |
6/4/2003 |
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| Oh, hat's off to you, dear. Who among us hasn't felt exactly this way?!! |
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| Reviewed by Paul Berube |
6/4/2003 |
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| Jessica, excellent poem. Fight to the bitter end. A round may be lost but the bout can be won. |
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