Poem: Just Trying Again

Winning and receiving is a gift like no other.

It is all that the body needs.

It all that the window can stand.

Trying to find the light that the ghost run from.

Hitting the truth but missing the bat.

I keep trying to get this right.

I keep trying is a lie I tell all.

The others that hate.

The ones that love.

The thought of giving it all is missing me.

You have everything I do not have.

Yet I have everything that you have.

I am just trying to win.

I guess I just need to lose.