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[sid] => 181209
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Not Even Death
[time] => 2015-05-30 10:27:56
[hometext] => A poem about the struggles of being an athlete.
[bodytext] => I sit there with tears streaming down my face. Being told that crying brings nothing but digrace. My bloody knuckles held tightly to my chest. There is nothing but aching pain in my breast. My body soon goes numb with nothingness as I try to stand. Why is nothing going as I had planned? All that I can think of is why am I so weak? I realize that my future is looking too bleak. So many have already acomplished so much, so fast. If I do nothing, my dreams will surely be smashed. There is no support for me, they tell me that I am not good enough. All they do is stare at me with unadulterated disgust. They whisper in my ear that I cannot do it, that I will not succeed. I may fall down, but I will always get up even if my body is overcome with fatigue. I will prove them wrong even after my last breath. Nothing can stop me, not even death. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 226 [topic] => 61 [informant] => SabinaRamic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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