In The Eyes Of The Runners Up Poem by David N. Munene

I see tear glands swelling
In his ears are the noises of grief
And the deafening winner's clap
I see dear plans crumbling
In his eyes, nobody can hold his brief

In the eyes of the runners up,
I see despair and dreams failing
In his ears are praises for the ‘thief'
And the bitter will to from sleep snap
I see dreams long prepared shattering
In his eyes, the race was not stiff

In the eyes of the runners up,
I see red and white fading
In his ears are jubilations with niff
And the pain of a quest with warp
I see death as beauty without shuddering
In his eyes, reigns fluctuating ill motif

In the eyes of the runners up,
I see celebration as disappointing
In his ears are sounds of haunting strife
And the absence of my color on the map
I see, but cannot hear the blubbering
In his eyes, consolation is a troublesome wife

In the eyes of the runners up,
I see that am best placed conceding
In his ears are memories cutting like knife
And the within-me contention kills my nap
I see that legal tussles are only grueling
In his eyes, stay the hell out of my life!