Gun Metal

By: TheMurtaza (School of Mechanical, Aerospace and Civil Eng.)
Competition Year: 2017
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The journey, not the result

To soar through the air, from young man to adult

Sleepless nights, my mind covered in grey

Twisting and turning trying to keep the abyss at bay

The journey, not the result

Scared to converse, scared to consult

Each mistake a brand on my mind

Ink covering my eyes leaving me blind

The journey, not the result

At the end will I exult?

Will the burning in my mind subside?

Will I finally wake up feeling alive?

The Journey, not the result

Expectations which I only ever insult

The abyss creeps every night

Perhaps the journey will be remembered as the blight.
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