Losers

by Michael D Nalley   May 8, 2008


Look back at all of the evil deeds you have done
What kind of victory do you think you have won?
Do you think you can make the darkness sublimely dark?
Is that how you think you would like to leave your mark?

Are you really happy with your self, or your disguise?
Do you like the truth, or are you satisfied with your lies
Can you count on other losers to fill in the gap,
Or do they want to pile their troubles in your lap?

Have you lost your mind, has your heart grown cold?
Who do you trust the most, has your soul been sold?
If you could gain the world what do you think its worth?
When you know that your body must return to the earth

The winners are not the sinners that you have accused
Of being the losers that you have justifiably abused
What more can be done, what more can be honestly said
About those whom have lost their souls when they are dead

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  • 16 years ago

    by ECILA ice

    I chose this poem because of the title which is simple yet interesting.. actually i enjoy reading this poem for i can relate myself on this one.. the flow is flowing gracefully and emotion shown is vivid.

  • 16 years ago

    by iloveyouandrew

    This is a deep, but yet truthful poem

  • 16 years ago

    by Blissful

    Well this was different from you and I truly enjoyed it. It was packed with suspense and power making me wanting to continue reading from beginning to end. Nice choice of words and overall message. Well done *5/5*

  • 16 years ago

    by Bradley Peter

    Another good, strong piece. I liked it a lot. The best quality this piece had, was it's power, which came from the great use of words, and the brilliantly structured lines.

    Brad

  • 16 years ago

    by eehcuhhhz

    I think the word dead was a bit too much..
    I'd suggest something not so dramatic.

    Instead of critiquing.
    I believe I'll just say how this poem means to me, how I see it, or maybe even feel about it.

    I saw an angry person pointing a finger at me. [Me, the bully]

    Something tragic happened to someone close.
    And this person just lost it, lost control.

    In the end, I see him crying.
    Because underneath that anger,
    There's a person tearing for the someone he/she lost.

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