self discourse.

I might have tried,

not good like the rising sun,

to overcome what couldn't be overcame.

I've battled it to the last breathe,

while dying will not be proof of my effort;

when gone they'll say I gave up,

when giving up was the only option.

How does it feel when one fails?

Failing is a term too cloudy!

But in a battle you are bound to win;

albeit the reverses of negative energy.

When overwhelmed you can be defeated;

enduring pain that's unknown to winners,

when overwhelmed you can be defeated,

of much annoyance it can be to your spectators.

But how does it feel to be defeated,

when dedicated you've been to winning?

I am not giving up when the latter is an option.

I am not dying even though it is a battle for life.

But who'll tell people if I die trying?

We know not you tried your best they'll say.

We've seen many surrender to death they'll intone.

But dying I don't want to die!

When my dream hasn't come off my sleep.

Death I don't want to die,

when the moon is not lit in the clear sky.

I will battle till there is no more war,

then unstoppable I'll say I was.

©Bunguswa Brian™