Persistence Struggles Hardships Challenges Pain


As the sun dips below the horizon I breathe a sigh of relief and bid farewell to the chaos of the day.

I graciously welcome the chill of the night, it is darkness I crave.

A darkness which allows me to escape from glare of failures that string behind me like countless box-cars on a railway line.

Only the sharpest eyes can find me here.

That is becuase they have spent so much time hiding here as well.

Now the rest of us just stand out.

But, who needs to hide from them anyway, they are just like us...because they are us!

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The Clock

Sitting back high to make time go by

Why can't I get it right one of these tries

And my dreams fading away when I close my eyes

Everything I've started has ended tragically

I'm always destroying all the good that I see

For some reason I'm out chasing some action

Ducking and dodging all of my life's passion

My clocks ticking, I feel it on the inside

While I'm twisting all the morals that I live by

All because I'm runnin from this pain

Storms clouds following me, I live in the rain 

Been ten years since I've seen the sunshine days

I know I gotta man up, take this fight on now

Sweating through the night, I don't know how

I can make it another second, soul screaming out loud

Keep on pushing towards making yourself proud

Time's up, nowhere left to run to

Takes a lot of climbing to get back to the old you

Tired of spending days waiting on my miracle

Feeling spiritual making my life lyrical

If you relate to what I'm saying then stand up

Quit hoping for a chance CREATE YOUR OWN LUCK.

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This is my first post on here, don't know if I'd classify this as a poem or a partial song. Let me know what you think!! Thanks


No warm sea breeze upon my face nor powdery sand beneath my feet, the bank I stand upon is rocky, cold and her waters run quite deep.
There is no safe harbor where fond memories have come to dock, just a ships graveyard filled with dreams that never took stock.
Tranquil seas do not grace these shores, just spells of doldrums between horrific storms.
Gleaming grommets of polished brass adorn not my decks, just signs of stress and casualties signifying frequent wrecks.
My crew, ragtag and often seasick, have nonetheless stuck with me when the thin replaced the thick.
So with a hull packed with regrets, burden, and remorse, the constant sailor I remain charts a new course.
But no matter how optimistic I may seem, without stars to navigate, port is but a dream.



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