Failures Poem by Rayjean Carter

She comes home from a day of stress and fast paces
She sits on the couch of relaxation without confrontation
Abducted by sleep, dreams, and goals,
Exhaustion takes over, selfish, without a soul
She fights and fights 'till the white flag is rasied
The war is over, no nuclear power found today.
30 more minutes, her brain flashes on the screen.
Five more hours is what she unfortunately experiences.
Time was wasted, the day is done.
Seven more hours and what will rise is the sun
Along with the burden of carrying around unfinished work
that will never get done.
Another long night of fighting sleep with a gun.
A gun of caffine, salt, and protein
that wears off quickly.
Everything is moving too fast
Can the world Stop spinning?
Help her! Help her! There's no way out.
She's fighting so hard that she can no longer shout.
Potential is there, determination too.
There's just too much work and not enough room.
To Breathe
To Live
To Try
To succeed
She feels like a failure.
She was grown from a bad seed.
No one understands her.
It's never as easy as it sounds.
'Just stay awake and get it done.' They say
But sleep just drags her to the ground.
People like her are called failures.
Never get anything done
with too many hopes and dreams
too many wars fought and lost.

Another day of war today,
fighting againt a whole continent
wanting to be there for it all
but wakes up remembering nothing.