This is the second time
I’ve been inches away from defeat,
I gave up the first time.
It changed me since then,
I don’t feel like I care anymore
At least that’s what I tell myself
And that there always is another tomorrow.
Ha! If only I didn’t procrastinate again
I’d probably not be tasting defeat yet again,
Because sitting in the chair
Staring up at the blank wall
Trying to draw inspiration from it
Is grueling.
Only if I valued time!
That’s another thought that fits past me,
But I end up making the same mistakes
And again asking myself ‘Why?’
As I face defeat again.
I stutter and hold on to dear life
For if I fail again
I may never return to be me,
Lost like the rest
Gone in seconds
Fizzled out like the wind
Disappearing.
But what is life without failure, right?
For every failure you learn something
For every failure changes you
For every failure you find victory,
I found mine too that day
In the hands of death…
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Sorry if this is a little depressing... :(
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Golden Hues
PoésieI've come to realise that I can express my emotions through words better than actions, be it anger or love, joy or sadness. I am not sure if everyone would be able to relate to my poems but even if it touches you in any tiny way possible, I'm glad I...
