If Giving Up Was An Option
down into the valley of doubt, my demons haunt
hauling in all mannerisms with glaring despair
My nights just day without light
in the glee, hopes and dreams
In my human spirit is the mystery of life
with a racing mind; this cruel world
where hard work never pay
with frustrations; a daily dose
Then I sit up into the empty night
checking my clock it's three AM
twisting and turning to ponder over my well known frustrations
my youthful dreams shadow all the contributory
sparking memories of a once promising future
flourishing businesses at 22
a happy family at 23
a car at 24
a happy serving christian in the sanctuary
a generational inspiration;
touching lives as I am touched.
all swept under
To misery-filled life where
The thought of hope is bare
struggles and despair
sparking this thought of dare
quiting this so called school of life
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