Walkin on Air

Nothing Left


Nowhere to go anymore
naught to hide,
all I could I did
but my best wasn't good enough;
whoever came on my way
simply would never stay
or was it me?
Was I blind thinking I could see?

Everything
is that what I gave?
Ha! Maybe you thought you won it?
Until I lost I never realized
it was competition for supremacy;
perhaps it was a wager
or better still
a charitable donation?

Tears are cried dry,
empty is what I am:
crumbling mud and fine dust
gravity pulls into the grave;
even the few memories
like a late summer butterfly
no longer flutter by,
blank space is mine.

You won:
the winner takes it all;
I have nothing left.



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