Failure's ferocious fangs
stalk me with sadistic smile.
Fear's firm fist furiously pound
on my heart's door.
Pain's piercing pangs refuse me parole
and sorrow stubbornly seeks to seize my soul.
I'm scared of misfortune's malevolence
and disappointment's desire
to destroy and devour me.
But I won't surrender;
I will struggle to stall sadness
and strive to suck
pleasure out of pain.
I'll trudge through trouble
and gather a measure of treasure.
I'll brew a juice of joy
and consume a cup of courage,
sipping slowly to sedate sorrow.
I'll ride a horse of happiness
through the period of pain -
atleast find a little comfort in distress.