Defeat

Disguised first as confusion,

Defeat gapes slowly, widely,

only to swallow more completely;

Hope dies last, hard, loud,

but dying, babbling “it cannot

really be this bad … surely?”

But we are never truly surprised.

We all know that embers

hiss loudest as they

are doused.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

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2 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by fuzziewuzziebear on February 6, 2017 at 5:16 am

    This is good, but I should remind you that success has a thousand fathers while failure is an orphan.

    Reply

  2. Posted by Maryse Usher on February 6, 2017 at 11:06 am

    Lovely poem. It made me feel burnt.

    Reply

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