A poem about failure (obviously) dedicated to Shanana, she inspired me to write this! (even though the soccer team isn't worthy of her Adam Lambert Tasticness)
The finish line just ahead
I climb towards the top
Afriad to fall
I don't look down
In this sea of hopelessness
Is where I may drown
I feel hands
Weighing me down
I hear the faint silence
But, there's too much sound
I see dawn overpowering dusk
My view suddenly blocked
By a thick musk
As I feel my tips touch
The ribbon of success
My eyes seek what is desired
The finish Line
But, then I fall
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