The World I Face

This is a rythmic poemthat deals with the harsh reality that breathes in this world.

The stars and garters;

In front of my eyes they glitter. 

From an infant cradle, 

I was passed on to a babysitter. 

I was dropped in this world new.

In possession of nothing, except a big Q.

Untouched by the rules of the race;

I was put into an unknown world ;

filled with tides and turns.

A world, I ought to face.

I was shown the sparkling jewels; and golden plates.

I was shown the silver moon and starry sky;

and when I asked to claim them, to the depth it takes.

They told me to step back, saying, "It's way high".

I was shown a dream that I found unable to cream.

The wounds were there, but I missed the scream.

They framed my body, but diseased my soul.

They played with the ashes as they burned the coal.

Then before the heavens could tie.

Before I could lose my breath and die.

I brushed my woes and got on my feet.

I stepped out in the dark, amidst tormenting sleet 

To finish the stretches of the race.

To know the world that I must face. 

Reviews

[MOON]

Yeah we have to dig in deep to find our way back. Good writing.

[Marie]

A good poem...surmounting all the obstacles people put in the way and claiming the world as your own.

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

A highly creative piece Nishant, with beauty all around it.