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For Those Who Can See The Finish Line
I'm not the most educated poet.
But I can still read and write.
Doing the math when the images are put in black and white.
It is not to hard to see the light.
You are writing of both calm and stormy seas.
You can tell me the details of when and where lightning strikes exactly.
A moment of a matter fact.
Absolute clarity.
Now that the charity has ceased.
And I know what you want from me.
But I don't know if I can.
The perfect love story.
The perfect tragedy.
The perfect crime committed.
The absolutely unforgettable.
Oh they say it was so memorable.
But of this a story I just don't know.
I'm a captain on this ship crossing the way ward ocean.
It is so galactic and full of so much love and devotion.
But I'm choking on the salt.
I thought I could drink this water.
My misunderstanding is my own fault.
But this doesn't mean I will stop.
Not for pride do I hide among the bottom feeders.
Just looking for their moment.
One minute of fame.
A wish for somebody to remember their name.
It's not about that.
A message needs to be delivered.
And I'm the artist given the paints.
And with these colors I will do my best.
A acceptance of failures.
A question of what did I do wrong.
A moment of loneliness.
But that is now all over.
A hand has reached upon my shoulder.
A ghostly image looking back on me only makes me colder.
I must ignite this fire tonight.
For I will be leading others out of the darkness.
They will come and go and this I do know.
But it is my place.
For me to be surpassed does not matter.
For this is not my race.
poem
by
Ace Of Black Hearts
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