Enigma of being Second...

Long was the race
It was stamina that mattered and not the pace
I ran till my last breath
But fate did not ordain the wreath.

At a point I was ahead
Swirling across the oval land
I thought victory was in my hand
But it squeezed pass as sand.

I crossed streams, rivers and forest
Gave it in my best
Wanted to unchain procure moments of ecstasy
But luck was the missing key.

Now I am standing beside the winner
Only solaces to hear.
They say I won silver
But I know I lost the coveted metallic colour.