The Losing Rat

It's no more, 

"Wow! I got a new morning "

It's now, 

"Why I got a new morning ?!"

I am that winning rat, 

Of the race, 

Who fell tired, 

Slowed down,

And couldn't get back to the racing track. 

The audience supported the early winning me, 

Now they're simply pushing me,

They go with the flow, 

Never acts opposing it, 

I was winning, 

They supported, 

Now I'm loosing, 

So they're busy pushing,

Down to the ground,

With sweet words they speak, 

Every night, 

Every hour, 

And every time.

The audience never mattered, 

But I'm that rat, 

Who's tired, 

Tired not just physically but, 

Mentally too, 

Who's feeling pain not just in legs, 

But also in the right corner of my brain. 

I'm tired of running, 

Tired of waiting, 

Tired of listening

And tired of explaining. 

I have lost the ability, 

To run further, 

I want to draw the end-line, 

But, 

The line is not ready to end.

I can't really force myself any further, 

I'm drowning and I'm lost. 

The once winning rat can't take the growing hate all around, 

I want to stop running all about, 

And end the game.

When the moon will hid itself behind the clouds, 

In the midnight hours, 

I want to stand high above,

On top of the world, 

Feel the Highness, 

I always felt when I was the winning one,

Kiss success through the howling winds, 

And then, 

Spread my wings, 

Smile to the sleeping world,

And, 

Throw myself to the airy bed, 

To meet the ultimate peace,

Through a flight of dark atmosphere, 

And forever calming winds.

Tonight's sleeping world,

Will tomorrow ,

Adore me and caress me,

Gift me my favourite gifts, 

My beloved white flowers,

And will leave some handwritten letters, 

By the bay on my name. 

They'll show their longing old love,

To the body without it's soul, 

They'll forget the name and the fame, 

After crying along the burning flame,

The flame fears them, 

The glowing light would sparkle like the future, 

They once wished me for.

I'll leave you, 

You'll leave me, 

I'll forget and forgive you, 

So will you do. 

Before I end, 

The flowing trend, 

I want to tell, 

Please don't push, 

The further souls, 

Towards the receiving end.

They have their bright flaming lives, 

Please don't put off the flame with your lies. 

Don't let them find peace in end, 

Gift them and love them, 

Adore them and kiss them, 

While they're already breathing, 

Not after their heart stopped beating. 

- Anonymous, 23.11.2020