Crown me the loser of the year,
I've stumbled through days without a cheer.
Watched my hopes fade like smoke in the air,
Clung to dreams that went nowhere.
The mirror shows a tired face,
Chasing a future I can't embrace.
Tried my best, but fell behind,
Running a race I'll never find.
The world spins fast, I stand still,
Trying to climb an endless hill.
Lost in the noise, drowned in fear—
Guess that's why I'm the loser of the year.
But there's a quiet strength in falling low,
In learning how to let things go.
For every failure, there's a spark,
A little light within the dark.
So call me the loser, I don't mind,
It's just a label I'll leave behind.
For even in losing, there's something clear—
I'm still here, I'm still here.
The clock keeps ticking, the page will turn,
From every loss, there's more to learn.
So let the world see what I appear,
But I'll rise again—loser of the year.
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100+ Poems for Gabrielle ~ Vol. 1
Poetry"100+ Poems for Gabrielle" is a first volume, heartfelt collection of poems dedicated to someone special, weaving together themes of love, friendship, and deep emotions. Each poem reflects unique moments and feelings, offering a journey through word...
