The Slave
I am a slave to this master
Any thing I am asked for this
What it is I must do
I must obey its will
I will never recoil
Just try again
I am a slave to this master
If I die, it was not vanity
Strive for this I always will
Never let my honor down
Must not give up
It�s an addiction
I am a slave to this master
So close yet still so far away
Cannot think I will fall short
Just try a little harder
Dig a little deeper
I cannot fail
I am a slave�to success
This is a special style of poem I created. All the lines will repeat a specific pattern that is based on the number of words in the line, much like haiku which is syllable based.
Explanation:
I whipped this poem out in about 15 minutes without much difficulty which I found humorous due to the message it contains. It describes my obsession with success. I have only told to date 2 individuals that my greatest fear is that of failing. I set goals to exceed the results of those around me and finding myself the "norm" is not pleasing for me. I wrote this poem after recieving my grades for the 2nd semester's first quarter. I began to realize that I fought for every point that I could get in my classes and that even with a 4.05 GPA I was still paranoid about not obtaining the best grade. People teased me in class because a 4.05 to them was a sign that I was a big time nerd...which I realized was true in that I was only after the grade and was loosing sight of the fact that it is only a piece of paper. I knew that in the reality of life, they are inconsequential. Whether I get an A or an F....tomorrow the sun will rise.
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