Always on the verge
Ready to merge
Something grabs a hold
Stopping me from the fold
I want to reach the goal
That burns in my soul
Forward the imperial march
Through the destitute marsh
To that better place
In the right chase
Optimism sets a course
For no more remorse
I seek such path
That cleanses the aftermath
Always on the verge
Ready to merge.
3 comments:
Go for that last mile...
give in....
find the solace :)
Be positive & optimistic. It is the right way to success. This is the motto of this poem
Nice, enjoyed it.
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