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This poem is about how hard it can be to escape when life seems unbearable. |
| Some people trudge down the road of tragedy, And drown in a river of sorrow. They struggle to dig their way out of regret, While scorching under a torchering sun. Some do not know how to break free, Of the tragic roads they travel, Or how to come to the surface, Instead of drowning in self-pity. Some do not know how to dig out, Of the pit of regret that's consumed them; They've buried themselves too deep. Some people race down the road of triumph, And swim in a gleaming sea of hope. They roll down the hills of happiness, And rejoice under a bright, warm sun. I race down the road of triumph, But get distracted along the way. And find myself trudging down a path, Of tragedy I did not choose. I have drowned in a river of sorrow, Though I've also swam in a sea of hope. But the tide may push me the wrong way, And I'm unwillingly drowning again. My pit is not so deep anymore, I can climb out at any second; If only this unwanted path and river, Wouldn't force me back into their clutches. |