Shattered.
We follow our dreams,
but never seem to succeed.
Feeling proud, like a soaring bird.
But all that imagination is now blurred.
We try again, but fall once more,
like being on the edge of another cold war.
We imagine, and hope for the best.
But in the end, we die like the rest.
Success may be just around the corner,
but it all ends fast, like death's mourner.
Nice.
I liked how it rhymed.
Very good poem about trying.
4/5.