Defeat isn't a word
I care to hold in my
vocab, but alas,
here it is while I
contemplate what's
become of me.

My time runs short
and my patience stretch
thin to a wasted summer
of work and depression
while I envy those abroad
or soaking in the sun, while
I sulked in a desk chair
that I kept luke-warm until
someone else came to claim
their rightful throne.