An underdog in this chaos,
Snubbed like a white crayon.
Staggering in this fast lane,
Execrated like a November rain.
A deception to myself, hunting for bliss,
I tell myself I’ll get through this.
I hope I do, for now I’m frazzled,
Resentful of all the fables.
I don’t want to get away, I want to get through it,
Whatever pain may come, I’ll triumph, I’ll do it.
For I know, I can’t win without a fight,
Can’t eulogize a day without a dark night.
The Underdog in this chaos,
I will contend to play on!
© An Unknown Wanderer