So many times

So many times I tried

So many times I fell

So many times this world

Appeared as hell

 

So many times I cried

So many times I lost

So many times I shivered

Under thee cruel frost

 

So many times I died

So many times I ran

So many times I fought

I didn't knew that I can

 

But...

So many times I'll struggle

So many times I'll try

So many times I'll get up again

So many times before I die...

Reviews

[Nely Amorim]

I like this poem :)

[PhoeniX]

oo. this was good! great job on this piece. every word was put together wonderfully. great piece right here.

[victoriaplum]

I like the way this is structured. Couple of things; "thee" seems a bit incongruous; you could try 'under cruel, cruel frost'. It's just that makes it as though the whole poem is addressed to the frost, which I don't think is what you meant.