To See It All

"World is different"

I went blind when as child
I was steeped in roughness
I stood it
Bravely conquering time;
Played it painfully
Scratching my mind
I gave it all to them
And empty,staying firm
Surrounded by enemies;
Sudden hit from back,
Bended to the ground.
I can tell it,
Humiliation crowned
Sorrow of soul ,
Bitterness of heart.
And almost stoned
Internal flesh of mine;
I got it wrong
When I believed
That I am among
Of friends and peers
I stood it all
And still have failed
To see it all ,
To see it all.

Reviews

[John Anderson]

fine poem! It is very beautifully expressed. I like your writing style and look forward to reading more of your wonderful work