I always get this feeling around this time. Struggling through my heats with dreams of a better day.
A lot of build up for this race and the time has come. I pressed on and on,
fighting,
dying to rejoice and as I'm about to cross the finish line,
the line is removed.
Why should I work so hard for my reward to be snatched away.
What can I say.
This as been my life. Building up a momentum but not quite getting over the line.
-Shawnavan Earle
YOU ARE READING
TALES OF A CONFUSED MIND
PoetryThis book has been years in the making. It contains a cluster of poems, not inane sequence or storytelling form but rather all falling under a similar theme. Some of poems are a bit personal to me but most of them are character based.I tend to imagi...
