Into Smithereens [c o m p l e t e]

• Defeat •

I can hear the steps of someone's feet,
Pushing you down, and out of your seat.
At every start, he tears away your new sheet.
Well it's nothing new but defeat.

They say you're not good nor enough,
But indeed you're going through something really rough.
Yet you should just remain bold and tough.
Thinking your life is just a series of unimportant stuff.

Your whole self is being shed away,
No one is with you, and no one willing to stay.
It's not only defeat now, but also dismay.
You've nothing to do but be patient and pray.

You're drowning in your circles of sorrow;
Seeking anything cheerful to borrow,
But anything new penetrates you like an arrow.
Responsibilities are lining in front of you like you're a barrow.

The one making you retreat is nothing but the bully defeat.
A feeling you're always trying to overcome and delete;
Because it leaves you sore and incomplete.
You want a new taste so maybe it'll be bittersweet.