prize

Copyright © February 22, 2005 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
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Tell me how to stop these tears,
and chase this pain away.

I have not a clue,
for it runs so deep.

When you love one so totally,
and give them your every all,
I thought your reward would be,
just exactly the same in kind.

How could this world repay,
all that I did offer,

with such bitter
pill to swallow,
dose after dose,
til I became
bitter myself? 

Leading the race
every lap,
but the last.

Victory stolen, given away,
to this faceless stranger,
who paid no dues,
but claimed my prize.