Just Like Death

A day before you succeed


Or you fail, is just like death.


Not that I have ever died


Nor have I ever the need


But if it were possible


To breathe and die at the same


Time, this would be close indeed.






A day before you succeed


Or you fail, is just like death.


Stuck in my throat, a dry tongue


Like a homeless man, in need


Of shelter, scrambles for air


Disabled, like a little bird


Flutters. Desperate, indeed.






A day before you succeed


Or you fail, is just like death.


Cold hands, colder feet, like ice


Clinging to you with the need


Of a new born, yearning for


Warmth. Hold it, or let it go


A difficult choice, indeed.






A day before you succeed


Or you fail, is just like death.


A wild dream that will not end


The knowledge of what you need


And what you might not receive


Scampering for direction


A furious frenzy, indeed.






A day before you succeed


Or you fail, is just like death.


Like gushing waves in the sea


Reach out to the shore in need


Out of desire, desperate


To feel the gray, rocky banks


Hopeful, hopeless. Pain indeed.






A day before you succeed


Or you fail, is just like death.


Much like an ugly defeat,


Only worse. An aching need


Of achievement and distress


Of misfortune, amplified.


A tribulation, indeed.






A day before you succeed


Or you fail, is just like death.


Forgotten at its outcome;


A day I will ever need-


A test of my endurance.


It sweetens my downfall and


Strengthens my progress. Indeed.