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Old Poems III: Struggles

Our third entry into this run of old poetry from my youth is called Struggles. I wrote this one night, having not slept a wink and wrestling with the age old question of “What’s The Point?” Apparently I came up with this. For those just joining us, this series is a bunch of poems I wrote years ago, while I was young and just starting to recover from alcoholism. Please to enjoy. 

STRUGGLES

There are days I struggle,

with my darker side.

Some days I have so much to juggle,

I’m swimming against the tide.

I want to be selfish, 

care only for me.

Why should I give a damn?

No one else is, you see?

I want to be angry,

at the world at large.

Why must I preach Peace,

if Hate and War are in charge?

I want to be violent,

to strike against my foes;

to hurt them as they hurt me, 

repay them for all my woes.

But for all my struggles,

my heart prevails.

I am soon reminded,

Love never fails.

I am human,

so I must err.

Forgive my weaknesses,

as they come to bear.

come all my darker feelings at length;

loving kindness shall be my strength.

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Old Poems II: What I believe

Here is the second addition into this series. I don’t quite remember what inspired this poem, but its ideals still ring true to me, more or less. I remind anyone who reads, I was young, lonely, and was just recently on the path to recovery from alcoholism. 

WHAT I BELIEVE

I believe the sun will rise.

I believe love can save.

Ibelieve hope is a prize.

I believe hate should have no slave.

I believe good will come to they who tries.

I believe compassion is the path to pave.

I believe joy never dies.

I believe a heart can be brave.

I believe love for all is wise.

I believe fear can be staved.

I believe in true friendship ties.

I believe in the gift God gave.

I believe in the light or your eyes.

I believe in kindness for king and knave.

I believe as many stars in the skies,

there are hearts for love to crave.

~fin

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Seeing as this is my first post so no one will see it, here’s a throwaway poem from when I was 8

As I drift off to sleep

I dream in my bed,

I’m a fantastic sea-diver…

At least in my head.

 As I’m picking up pearls,

A storm is emerging.

It swirls and it swirls,

Oh! look how it’s turning.

 A whale she comes,

Swinging side to side.

She opens her mouth

And I go inside.

 Everything’s dark,

Until I take a look

Down at my hand

And instead see a hook!

 A fishing boat

Floats on by.

I grab it with the hook

And out I fly.

 I land on something squishy…

An octopuses’ head!

Then I wake up

And wonder what I’m doing out of bed.

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