Fight
An entire life of fighting
Has led only to despair
Relentless uphill battles
Culminating in naught but suffering.
So what would you say
To someone whose life is tainted
by defeats, losses and sorrows.
Who refuses to learn his lesson?
You would ask him
"Why do you torture yourself?
When you could give up and stop the pain."
As he falls down for the millionth time
"Torture?" Disbelieving
he would ask of you instead.
"Why would this be any sort of suffering?
I choose to climb up of my own will."
"But you get hurt every time you fall,
Maimed and Injured, has life taught you nothing?"
You would ask the pup,
worried for his health.
With a hearty laugh, he would turn
"The only suffering here would be if I stopped
You may be willing to settle,
But I know beyond lies happiness"
"Nonsense!"
Scared, anyone would look at him,
Pitying his foolishness,
Warning him of the folly he spoke.
But to him, it was no fib,
No myth of eras past,
But as tangible a truth as the world around
And a truth he would die for.
"I started down there,"
he pointed down at the abyss below,
"And have fallen down many times,
And will continue to do so.
As long as it takes to succeed"
"But why?"
"We are not happy with the lot,
we had to deal with in life,
so I decided to make my own lot.
Climb forever and a day if I must,
but success will be mine."
"Fool! Have you no sense?"
"Aye, I have sense.
Sense enough to tell me that
the only true torture is staying
I will succeed.
I have to succeed.
For I will not stop till I do."
Has led only to despair
Relentless uphill battles
Culminating in naught but suffering.
So what would you say
To someone whose life is tainted
by defeats, losses and sorrows.
Who refuses to learn his lesson?
You would ask him
"Why do you torture yourself?
When you could give up and stop the pain."
As he falls down for the millionth time
"Torture?" Disbelieving
he would ask of you instead.
"Why would this be any sort of suffering?
I choose to climb up of my own will."
"But you get hurt every time you fall,
Maimed and Injured, has life taught you nothing?"
You would ask the pup,
worried for his health.
With a hearty laugh, he would turn
"The only suffering here would be if I stopped
You may be willing to settle,
But I know beyond lies happiness"
"Nonsense!"
Scared, anyone would look at him,
Pitying his foolishness,
Warning him of the folly he spoke.
But to him, it was no fib,
No myth of eras past,
But as tangible a truth as the world around
And a truth he would die for.
"I started down there,"
he pointed down at the abyss below,
"And have fallen down many times,
And will continue to do so.
As long as it takes to succeed"
"But why?"
"We are not happy with the lot,
we had to deal with in life,
so I decided to make my own lot.
Climb forever and a day if I must,
but success will be mine."
"Fool! Have you no sense?"
"Aye, I have sense.
Sense enough to tell me that
the only true torture is staying
I will succeed.
I have to succeed.
For I will not stop till I do."
Not good with poetry, at all, but decided to write something anyways. It's meaning is obvious, there's a meaning for the structure as well, and pretty much it is what it is. Shitty eh?
