This Struggle

This Struggle

A Poem by Sarah Marie

Whip your hair back,
Let the cold water 
Dripping remind you that
You are meant for the slaughter;
The chill makes you feel
As if you can escape,
As if this battle is not real,
As if the world is not fake. 
Soaking into your clothes
And trailing down your skin,
The water can leave and go
From this war that you cannot win
On your stubborn own-
The lucky thing, betraying you
Like everybody else has been known
To constantly and guiltlessly do.
Is there a single meaning;
Is there any purpose?
You find yourself screaming
That you are worthless.
Truth be told,
You no longer care;
Getting weary and old,
You wonder if other’s share
This suffering-
This pain;
This smothering
Making you insane. 
The doubts are pounding
Inside your head;
The voices are sounding, 
And you find yourself being led
By what you would never 
Think or say or do;
This fighting and struggling has severed
Hope and love and you. 

© 2012 Sarah Marie

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Amazing ride, and lyrical too. Good job!

Posted 11 Years Ago

I enjoyed the descriptive nature of the first say ten lines with the water dripping down ! Though I couldn't find how it was related to the next part of the poem ...

Then again the last part had its own meaning that fit with the title... I like the effort of trying to do something new ... I think you can improve on this one a little bit ..
Cheers :)

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on November 9, 2012
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Sarah Marie
Sarah Marie

my own world...come visit me!, SC

Aspiring starving artist: Bachelor's degree in English, minor in professional writing, concentration in writing, unofficial concentration in British literature...2017 more..