Life Is A Tournament Poem by Hebert Logerie

If life is a tournament
Then I am tired to compete
I love to win, I love to defeat
I see an interment
I call it a defeat, a loss
Life is an illusion
Where we're all tossed
In the air. The body in action
Will either land on the rocks or in the pools
We are treated like exquisite fools
Like super robots. We all lose at the end
We're all buried naked in the sand
Regardless of our beautiful shade
We're all the same under the blade
Same blood, same spleen, same spit
We're one. We cannot be split
Life is an endless competition
Life is pure vanity in action
No time is wasted
The land is devastated
There are no losers
There are no winners.

Copyright © December 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.