Sick of Being Second

Sick of being second.
Second place,
Second rate,
Second pick.
Sick.

Loving those who love me not,
and locking all the hurt away.
Surviving for another day,
in hopes I'll fill this empty spot.

And yet I'll go on loving still,
for I am but a hopeless fool,
who's sick of being second.

poem by Enrico Orbita
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The Young Man And The Sea

One day I sailed,
my ship out to sea,
I went for the want,
to fish and be free.

And I baited my line,
with a shriveled old thing,
my heart was the bait,
I hoped soon it would sing.

And on that very day,
I'd gotten my wish,
for teasing my heart,
was the most beautiful fish.

But it only nibbled,
and I loved that fish,
until my heart fell,
and was lost to the abyss.

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poem by Enrico Orbita
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