My heart,
It burns with a familiar pain
The pain of the unknown
It's paying its visit again,
The unknown.
Why, i ask him
He takes a chair and sits next to me
I'd rather stand or walk around in the room, i say
He says to me,
Do you remember the deaths you've seen in your life?
Your failures?
You're going down, deep down
Soon, you'll sink deep in the ground
But i won't go down that easily, you know
I still have a long way to go
You talk about the failures...
what about my medals?
The races I've won ?
There are challenges in my way
But they can't stop me
I'm meant for more than this
I'll be what I want to be
And one day, I'll prove you wrong!-Rachel Alice
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The Nocturnal Journal
PoetryThe words that help me release the thoughts that keep me from sleeping at night.