Poezja

About to finish it strong
Carrying it to the end all the way
All the loose ends have been tied up
Success is inching closer and closer to me
I’m getting ready to celebrate and rejoice
Then out of the corner of my eye I see something
It’s sneaking ever so slightly out of view
But then in a matter of seconds it whips in
And robs what I was going to have earned
I’ve been robbed