I hold my breath <br />Standing still <br />The shivering fear <br />Giving me a chill. <br /> <br />Into the skin <br />Soaking through <br />Pity to have the win <br />Yet, denied the due <br /> <br /> <br />I am waiting <br />For the way to clear <br />A path leading <br />Past a dream receding <br /> <br />Quiet, I whisper <br />My pounding heart <br />Wearing thin-not stronger <br />This luck bound to part. <br /> <br /> <br />Arms fling about, <br />The future is vast and real <br />Hit, chance, out <br />Three strikes now deal. <br /> <br />Made to be <br />Dying to exist <br />Life asks an unquestionable fee <br />Relaying the risk on a futile list. <br /> <br />I made a boundary <br />But could not break the wall <br />Seeing the image <br />As I plummet in the fall.<br /><br />Candice Renae Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/luck-2/
