Poem: The Tribulation | The WOW

Perceiving this world, I feel low

To succeed in this race, I am too slow

Can I be able to attest that I'll glow?

Or be ceased from this Spartan flow?

O my destiny, where will I find

You are ahead; I am drape behind,

Never a one will help me; none is of that kind;

Others are discerning; I am purblind.

But to finish it is my only chance,

I can do it, for I have full confidence;

How much arduous it is, how much is it dense,

To achieve my goal, I would cross any fence.