Personal Race Poem by George Samuel

With my blood,
I translate good mood,
Then sweat to form my story,
My hope is grace and glory,
In decay and agony.

Many nights no words came to me,
And days gone by without me,
When standing didn't help,
Lying down, but sleep didn't call,
But I remain strong believing,

That I've come here as flesh and blood,
I'm still here not moved into the woods,
So tomorrow I try again,
To find what I stand to gain,
Though it's been years without rain.

I'll water my work with my blood,
For failure cannot be my hood,
What water can't change, blood can..
It can only be for good, when I'm a man,
Then the blind blackmail shall summit to truth.