Mediocrity

The forever fight

We all know the struggle

We all know it's smell

That nasty mud puddle

That personal hell

It takes away the best

It likes to kill dreams

Constantly putting to test

All hers and hims

It keeps dragging you down

Tackling you to the ground

Chasing you like a hound

There is no way around

There is no known cure

No way to send it away

It's always there for sure

Blocking everyone's way

Most people accept it

They end up liking the dirt

They fit to it's fit

They get used to quit

Only some learn to fight

And never give up their liberty

They fight till they're stronger

Stronger than mediocrity

It's not easy, not easy at all

But that's the only real strife

Everything else is a fraud

Don't live a fraud, live a life.

Reviews

[Moonie]

Btw if you are anxious about rhyming life with life, you can use "That's the only real strife"...
I'm not a fan of rhyming to be honest. I started off with them, but they started making my poetry sound forced so now I've all but given them up.
I love the first stanza!

[Esteban Morfín]

I agree! Rhyming makes it very forced some times. I like the challenge, tho. But I shall try to make some prose poetry in the future. Let it flow as it comes, without thinking of a rhyme.
Thanks for the review!!

[JE Falcon]

Any rhyme is fine as long as the flow is maintained, so life is not a problem, only mediocrity.