Triumph

A moment of Triumph
That should have been
Becomes something
Humiliating instead
The blandest lyrics
Can inspire a melody
But music’s blood
Is not as sustaining
As it should be
Like a song that’s not quite right
Or a tossing and turning night
When the horrors break through
Refusing to let you go
Upside down is all you know
Such a roar of quiet sounds
Stillness in the mind
Resounding balance
That is hard to find
Lying or speaking truth
Neither one can soothe
When embarrassment
Replaces the moment
Long awaited
Now abated
Unresolved and perplexing
Provides inspiration
Rather than gratification
What should have been
Becomes what not yet is
Recycling a blush
The world is upside down again