The Ecstacy of Loss

I gave it all
And then I gave more
I bruised my spirit
And my soul is sour

A battle half won
Is a battle lost
I am never complete
I am almost…

I give up now
It’s useless anyway
The triumph of hope over reason
I used to say

I would rather nothing
And nothing is what I get
Born with bad luck
Failure is the surest bet

In time
The words would sound better
I would learn to rhyme
No longer bitter

It’s over now
No more laments
I tried my best
I don’t repent