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a poem
RUMORS OF DEFEAT
heard their laughter
whispering behind walls
stories of failure
they are waiting
for that step
To be taken wrong
heard their prediction
counting my time
ticking moments away
the END is defined
in laudatory of my enemies
only if I lose
I am facing
a suicidal mission
no escape plan
whispering behind walls
stories of failure
they are waiting
for that step
To be taken wrong
heard their prediction
counting my time
ticking moments away
the END is defined
in laudatory of my enemies
only if I lose
I am facing
a suicidal mission
no escape plan
Afraid to death by
These tiptoeing shadows
Murmuring my future
I must salute
the shadows of defeat
in their endless march
just too much
for me to take
this weight of misery
These tiptoeing shadows
Murmuring my future
I must salute
the shadows of defeat
in their endless march
just too much
for me to take
this weight of misery
Sina Mesdaghi
Nov. 18 2007
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