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Loser's Night

Moles have way-out for evading enemy, their own den or tunnel, but I have nothing like these yet.


Though, anytime I lose the chance to get it and escape from something.



Birds have wings for flying away from crisis for them, arbitrarily to anywhere, but I have nothing like these.


Only standing at at the emergent thing's coming up whereabout, that is me.



Simmering my heartbeat rhythm at runaway instigated me to rob something to eat and drink, in midnight darkened site in central zone at Capital city. But nothing to supply these could be found.


Freing from everything, that was my youth days, at the matter of fact even now so.



Craiving love was broken, trusts by fellows was gotten lost, and no where to go, nor head for in each day, then just walking around midnight, at capital central zone at all the night alone.


Only occasinally, convenience store's light was seen over there, when I was walking around the main-street around palace.



Loser, just the word only for me, that feeling managed me those days, actually even now is tthe same.


Sympathy, the word must exist only for losers who no longer have fellows. 
It's too late to grieve over after losing everything.



Only minor melody songs' tone was heard that time in the middle of the night.
So, yes, loser's night is felt so long, walked and walked again, morning could never come to me. But it could be God's mercy to make me consider my reason to  lose everything.


After it, long time has passed, accidentally, I used a subway running around there, I found many ones like those days' me with hollow eyed ones in a train.



World messages all emptily passed over my ears and eyes, because all what I should so next was all in which my mind was managed.



So, yes, loser's night is recollected for so long period, trying to forget it, anytime soon coming back to me.



Loser's night for me, never coming back again, anytime I wish so in my mind.
Nevertheless, very sometimes, that nightmare could make me completely another typed marvelous poetry, that is so fun, and funnily comical.






Oct. 9th.        2021