I did not fail the tingle
I had just finished the race
But I did not feel the thrill.
The exhilarating feelings that comes
with winning was alien.
I did not feel it
I did not feel like I worth it.
I did not feel the tingle
I had fought the good fight
But I did not feel the pleasure.
The moment remained stale despite my victory
The joys of not tasting defeat was bleak.
I did not feel it
I was not at all excited.
I did not feel the tingle
I had set a new record
But I did not feel the satisfaction.
The sense of pride that comes
with making history was absent.
I did not feel the accomplishment
I was numbed to everything.
I did not feel the tingle
I should be elated
But I did not feel amazed.
I had been named among the best
Pitched in the top echelon of successful maestros.
Yet I felt no sense of honor
I did not feel like I belong.
I did not feel the tingle
I am seen as successful
But my success feel stale.
I did not feel the butterflies
I am not excited by what I have achieved.
For deep down within I know
Not all success are worth calling success
For without integrity and honesty,
Honour is dishonored clothed in fake apparel.
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I was glued to the words, pondering on the likely cause of the conflict between the person and the achievements, but the last three lines did it for me: integrity and honesty matter.
Nice!
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Yes boss! Thanks also for reading. Even with the smallest form of achievement, there is always a greater feeling of fulfilment compared to achieving success the easy way that is a bit unfit for the eyes.
Guess that’s where greed stems from. People striving to fill the emptiness they have inside despite their numerous laurels and achievements. Thanks once again for reading and do pay us visit quite often. It’d for readers like you our pen keeps working.
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