defeat

defeat is not heard
is not seen
is not smelled
cannot be drawn with pretty colors
dripping paint
cannot be told by another
filled with drama
is not forgotten
swept aside
thrown in the back of ones mind
it is felt
bone deep
reaching in places non existent before
it cannot be shared
it is yours to bear
the racing mind
the heavy heart
all yours to carry
those six letters
all your life
never forgetting
what it felt like
defeat