Failure
is never the option,
but yet it is always the one I choose.
At times it feels, as thou I am a black hole,
everything I touch seems to seeps within it,
disappearing
never showing the evidence, and the
results of what I have done.
The future is overbearing,
racing ahead right beside ,
but I always seem to be losing the battle,
the race.
Always ending up back at the starting line
like a continuous circle only to
face defeat once again.
Each time even more bitter tasting than the
next.
Sometimes I imagine myself running beside time,
and having it cornered
in my grasp
Bering down on it, and my untold
future,
which waits ahead,
for failure is never an option,
but it always seem to be my
choice.
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Written January 6th, 2006
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wow thats strong i feel the same way your not alone great poem i love it!
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