Originally posted on Monday, May 19, 2008 on myspace.com
The burn of disappointment on my face, hands, legs.
My stomach is relatively untouched though.
Relatively cancer free.
Free of the carcinogenic sting of unaccomplished dreams.
Dreams that I longed for, but instead of achieving them, I got stuck with this sick, sad, cancerous rash that is the burn of defeat.
The burn of what could have been.
I’ll have to treat this for years.
I’ll have to use medically prescribed creams to remove this mark of defeat.
But, at least I’ve got my stomach.
My sweet, pearly white, defeat-free stomach.