This Struggle

Whip your hair back,

Let the cold water 

Dripping remind you that

You are meant for the slaughter;

The chill makes you feel

As if you can escape,

As if this battle is not real,

As if the world is not fake. 

Soaking into your clothes

And trailing down your skin,

The water can leave and go

From this war that you cannot win

On your stubborn own-

The lucky thing, betraying you

Like everybody else has been known

To constantly and guiltlessly do.

Is there a single meaning;

Is there any purpose?

You find yourself screaming

That you are worthless.

Truth be told,

You no longer care;

Getting weary and old,

You wonder if other’s share

This suffering-

This pain;

This smothering

Making you insane. 

The doubts are pounding

Inside your head;

The voices are sounding, 

And you find yourself being led

By what you would never 

Think or say or do;

This fighting and struggling has severed

Hope and love and you. 

Reviews

[Bluefire]

Amazing ride, and lyrical too. Good job!

[Shreyas Tripathy]

I enjoyed the descriptive nature of the first say ten lines with the water dripping down ! Though I couldn't find how it was related to the next part of the poem ...

Then again the last part had its own meaning that fit with the title... I like the effort of trying to do something new ... I think you can improve on this one a little bit ..
Cheers :)