Poem for PaulA Poem by Zoe JayI try, and I try again... because persistence is a virtue, right? I try, and I keep on trying... because you have to, right? I try to control the madness in my head... but my efforts always wind up dead. How could it be any other way, when the madness of my head, is the madness of the streets? It is not my madness... they put it there. It was not me that killed my efforts... they killed them. The streets. And the people on them. And the madness in the heads of they upon the streets. The "They". But I try, and I try again. Time and again I step off the edge. Not sure if I am trying to die, or trying to fly. I just know that you've got to try and do something. Otherwise you will just be left, standing on the edge, as it slowly crumbles beneath your feet, and you are finally pitched forward, to stumble out into the street, to be trampled by the mad, until you die. But better to step out boldly than to wait for the step to collapse, right? Right? Well, that's what they told me. And so I tried. And tried again. But now my infinity is crumbled, and I am dead.
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10 Reviews Added on March 11, 2011 Last Updated on July 28, 2013 Tags: persistence, trying, effort, improvement, self-improvement, madness, society, life, escape, death, failure, disappointment, defeat, constraints, bravery, bravado, foolishness, taking chances, ambition AuthorZoe JayLos Angeles, CAAboutI come from Fife, in Scotland, and I now live in Los Angeles and run a business in the music industry. I've been writing poetry for about as long as I could write! I had a poetry collection published .. more..Writing
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