Is this normal? I can hear my heart beat
I can feel my brain breathe, even in my sleep, I can feel, I can here myself pant
In my own dilemma, I am thrown aback
It feels like success here is failure there
And failure here is still failure there
I face my crossroad, unlike the usual, this time,
I've found myself standing in it and not before it
Who makes a road with quicksand?
Why has life chosen to hide from me its big smile?
Who says only vast waters can drown an entity?
I'm in my crossroad made of quicksand
In illusion real in only my mind
Countless hands willing to pull me out
But it's like they're rubber coated and oiled
All their efforts only slip pass
Perhaps what I need is not a hand to pull me out,
Perhaps what I need is a hand to tilt the jar, the jar filled with coal tar
That way I do not sink in my dilemma
That way I can merge with it.
Moreover, what is life without obstacles?
A man without problems, can only live 6feets underground.
Struggles and pains! ! With the muse of life! Failure is part of life. We only learn along the line. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
thanks for the kind comments, i'm ecstatic about the fact that you enjoyed it.
Failure is not an obstacle to success. This is interesting poem wisely penned.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An beautiful philosophical piece nicely brought forth with conviction. An insightful poem with good rendition of words. Thanks for sharing Jesking.