He Rose to Meet Adversity

This ain't gonna be pretty. I doubt that it will rhyme. I am not sure anyone should read this.

He Rose to Meet Adversity

He rose to meet adversity

He lost

He struggled against impossible odds

He lost

He climbed his way back from bitter defeat

He lost

He tried and tried and tried and tried

He lost and lost and lost and lost

He never gave up

He never stopped losing

He looked at the furniture in the room

He saw splintered piles of what was once

a desk

three chairs

a file cabinet

A printer

went through the window

followed by the phone

the monitor

the computer

the mouse

The keyboard smashed on the broken desk

he sat making words out of the keys

trying to form a sentence

where no letter was repeated

NOW IS THE DAY

I HATE GOD

I WANT SO MUCH

I USED TO CRY

LGYVH UBAWMO PUC

He looked around the room again

All the furniture intact

No shattered window glass on the floor

The keys all on the keyboard

He saw himself being interviewed

on the TV

The man who always lost

The man who lost more than any man

Except one

The reporter turned away

Chasing the man who'd lost

one more time than him

He'd lost at losing

He saw the traffic

He saw the break lights

He no longer cared

The End

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