when black becomes a shadow

the results came.

and it was not as we expected

a shadow

suddenly flowing

a fantasy

suddenly dissapear

fear starting to grow

the results shook.

they laughed

they even cried

happiness tears

that we should've had

but they had it

and we left empty handed

the results was a pain.

no matter how

the bruises keep bleeding

stoned face

running away

would it be easier

if the decision could be turned the other way around?

the poem directly written after the loss gunners suffered just now. it's never easy to overcome such big loss, you're a true winner if you know how to overcome something like losing and move on with a better perspective in life. *sigh*

hopefully this loss would make us gooners and gunners stronger and become united to face new challenges in the future. still, it's a big loss. no further comment would be made during this sad week. *in tears*

signing off, see ya on my next (hopefully cheer-y) boring posts (or post) tarxans

gooners4Life