My fingers are itching
My pen is inking
My heart is lingering
And my belly is ringing
But I have an issue.
A problem I would love to sue
Success I pursue
Yet, pushing to go through
I refuse Stagnation
And curse Procrastination
Marching in Justification.
I conquer in all Ramifications
To press forward
To join the soldiers onward
As I move toward
To get my golden reward
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Author:
Grace Enitan (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Everyone wants to be successful but there are enemies within that fights against attaining it. The writer cursed this problems and hopes to end with victory and triumph.
- Category: Reflection
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