I Love The Defeat

I love to own

The defeat

That establishes me

And breaks me too.

Just like the sea

That owns the waves,

Even if they love

The shore.

I strand myself, even if the traveller, unmet,

Leaves me.

A breeze that beguiles time

In the arms of a flower

Gives me the failure

To embrace.

I travel with emotions,

And time, as usual, shows its tyranny—

It humbles me with a failure

So near to me,

So dear to me, yet unattainable.

I sleep with incompleteness.

I wake up with emptiness.

Yes, I love the defeat

That establishes me

And breaks me too.