Sick Am I?

Sick I am of countless failures,
And sick of gloomy prefigures.
Sick I am of new habits,
And sick of dishonored oaths.
Sick I am of my kingly desires,
And sick of being deprived sire.
Sick I am of my unconquered heart,
And Sick of loneliness tearing me apart.
Sick I am of clapping for other’s sake,
And Sick of compromises that I make.

But, I am not sick of life,
For the narrow beam amidst this strife.
This beam is my path to redeem,
Of Success that dumped me midstream.
For the Edison’s beam this is,
A thousand attempts will only please.
Attempts I will not make to fail,
But to treat my heart that ails.
Fail and fail better if I can,
Victorious will I be in short span.
An arduous way will I take,
Well beyond my ankles ache.

Follow the beam, would be my adage,
For my kinsmen burdened of life’s baggage.

Thursday, November 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: failure,hope,life,success
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem reflects my current state, (26/11/2015) . Date because I am sure it's gonna soon leave these doldrums.
Edison successfully invented bulb after 1000 attempts or so. I used this in this poem to inspire and be inspired.
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Siddharth 29 August 2018

Awesome

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