Poem: The Tribulation | The WOW
Updated: Apr 10
Perceiving this world, I feel low
To succeed in this race, I am too slow
Can I be able to attest that I'll glow?
Or be ceased from this Spartan flow?
O my destiny, where will I find
You are ahead; I am drape behind,
Never a one will help me; none is of that kind;
Others are discerning; I am purblind.
But to finish it is my only chance,
I can do it, for I have full confidence;
How much arduous it is, how much is it dense,
To achieve my goal, I would cross any fence.