Why bother trying until the dawn
If failure is fated to occur?
Why should I keep marching on?
I could easily lay down my head and be done.
Why should I keep pushing when I know no matter the effort I fail?
Hear me yell out into the night with deep crying wails.
Listen to the endless torture of the weakening heartbeat.
And Sit there and be my audience, for we all know how it is going to end.
What is the problem of giving up?
My hands can hardly hold the pen anyhow
And my eyes have gone blind.
In the morning light I shall be nothing more then dust.
Why bother trying until the dawn
If we all know failure is fated to occur?
Why should I march on too much long?
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Poetry of the Tides
PoetryA series of poems with different meanings and moods. They are all here and have been here a good time from the tides of my mind. I give you some entries of earnest tidings.
