The Struggle Poem by Etienne Charilaou

I started writing because I'm fighting.
How to change one's stars?
Too long - it's been too long in seeming shackles.
Take a deep breath, hold, exhale -
Calm yourself, clear your mind -
Be at peace, tranquil and serene.
Let the world run on -
Be the still centre, remote, aloof,
Soaring above and far beyond.

I have a destiny. Everyday it is being fulfilled.
Be patient, and continue.

1000 false starts, no time, and
oh, dear, no rhyme.

‘Do the same things, expect the same results.'
Is it really a matter of escaping this seeming inevitability?
Where's my imagination? My ability to alter things?

Am I on track?
Everyday battling the black.

Food a rat must procure,
Be he a saint or poet pure.
One race I run poorly,
The other perhaps more surely?

Life takes a severe toll.
Thankfully I'm still whole;
Though lately the wheel
Began to loosen and roll.
I thought I'll surely crash -
You want to avoid a mental smash!
And I think I did
But my patience for some things is gone.

The sequence strange of self-obliteration has begun,
And no one knows where it will lead -
Never forget, though, to have fun!