A Glass Of Life
I grimace as I see myself in this maze full of thorns laid out just to test me.
The melancholic blocks of ice dropping like my mood into the wine
of mirth that was meant to be my life,
making it a sweet and sour mixture of nothing but tests.
Tests meant for me to take.
Tests meant for me to win,tests meant for me to lose.
of mirth that was meant to be my life,
making it a sweet and sour mixture of nothing but tests.
Tests meant for me to take.
Tests meant for me to win,tests meant for me to lose.
But in the end,to know what it is to win,you should know what it is
to lose.
to lose.
[This is my first attempt at writing a poem and I would really appreciate feedback.Good or bad,feedback is always welcome :) ]
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