April 12, 2010
By Anonymous

This course of fear never runs its end
In every beat of a heart
In ever whisper of a breath
As doubt creeps in
Like dawn brings day
Numerous curses run through her head
This pain, this fear, this hesitation
Pounding in her blood
Runs a fear about herself
Looking in the mirror
She does not see the light
Never a rise to power
Just a foreign name
Strugling to complete herself
But it's a dead end
And you know it's always a dead end
Old yet unused
Left rusting in a corner

The author's comments:
This poem is for describing what failure feels like. Despite the efforts, when you can't get what you really want, the feeling just rips you up and leaves you thinking and changing.

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hope95 SILVER said...
on Feb. 14 2011 at 5:47 pm
hope95 SILVER, Hamilton, Ohio
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life is hard but death is cruel so put your big girl boots on and deal with it. my life has been harsh but im learning to deal with it one day at a time. life is like a box of chocolates, you never know watchya gonna get:)

i love this and as i was reading it, i felt like it was something from my own journal of poems, a part of my life. it is really expressional and inspiring to my writings.



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