The Attempt
What’s in that soul of yours
What seems like darkness with so many doors
Left for ages unattended
Monsters unleashed, much splendid!
Floating on their delicious lies
Sight no more, vacant eyes
The torch is yours to wield, so wield
What better attack than to shield!
Inner sanctum, make up my mind
Your essence toils under this bind
Of truths unsung
And a future flung
To the abyss of servitude
A life miserably screwed
Wake up and take reign
Least it stays an eternal rain
The time comes not when the hand is ready
For the storm of life is never steady
Attempt, attempt and perish in the attempt
What remains is defiance, a growling contempt
I’ll stray again of that I am sure
To stray on the path of attempt is a gift so pure
ZC
25 November 2025