Wasted days,
Wasted nights,
What a wasted life,
This is turning out to be.

For years I dreamt,
For years I strived,
For an extraordinary story;
An extraordinary life.

The struggles don’t end.
The pain doesn’t ebb.
Like a thorn in the side
My dreams have turned out to be.

Dejected and deflated,
Left Disgusted and dilapidated.
As around town,
paraded naked, my failures have been.

Even death is afraid
of trying,
as soon as it comes close;
lest it lose out to my will.

The world has broken itself,
on the wall that I’ve become.
Everyone close who ever was,
has left or given up.

There’s a goal that seems
forever, within reach;
yet forever away,
I find it.

Like a man possessed,
I am always in pursuit;
Yet when I get close,
I let it slip away.

It slipped through my fingers
the last time.
Before that,
it slipped through my teeth.

I latched onto it
With my fingernails;
I tried, to wrestle it
into submission.

Yet it always has the last laugh.
It beats me,
with my own tricks,
in its own sweet time.

I put up a brave face
to fight each day;
And I grow stronger,
every day.

I may not be there yet
but there’s time still;
As long as,
I still can breathe.

I may have lost,
a lot today;
I still haven’t lost,
everything.

I still have enough,
to put up a fight;
still enough,
to put up a show.

The world will laugh.
I’ll just ignore.
They crucified Christ,
What do they know?

As long as something,
hasn’t been done.
They’ll tell you,
it can’t be.

Then just as someone
does it;
They deride you
for not doing.

To sleep on a bench
or a comfy bed?
Oh I’ll sleep enough,
when I am dead.

As long as this goal,
stands plucking my eyelashes;
when I close my eyes,
how can I?

What if you die trying
and never make it?
“Well what if I live
not having tried?”

What if I live,
Not having lived
at all;
Having surrendered?

What is an existence
Of submission?
As long as I am fighting,
I am still alive.

And as long as I live,
I still have a shot;
Maybe not many,
but one shot, is all I need.

As long as I fight,
I inch closer;
As I do,
Inch by inch I win.

Many have tried before
and lost.
But no one won
ever, without trying.

And so I’ll die anyway
If I don’t try.
But until I win,
I’ll keep trying.

© Jay Kaushal

If you liked this poem, you will also enjoy reading another one of my motivational poems named Play The Odds

3 thoughts on “Until I Win

  1. ‘There’s a goal that seems forever, within reach; yet forever away, I find it.

    I put up a brave face to fight each day; And I grow stronger, every day

    I may have lost, a lot today; I still haven’t lost, everything.

    The world will laugh, just ignore it. As long as something, hasn’t been done. They’ll tell you, it can’t be.

    Then just as someone does it; They deride you for not doing.

    To sleep on a bench or a comfy bed? Oh I’ll sleep enough, when I am dead.’

    … and pretty much the whole poem, for that matter 😛 Great work Jay.

    Liked by 1 person

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