At Last

Don't stay at the starting line.

I'm on the run,

Walking, staring at the crowd,

I'm an amateur that shun,

By the stars in the downtown.

Seeking to be brightest,

yet golds are absence,

not still winning the test,

losing my luminescence.

Hard roads come,

Weak but still going,

dreaming to be wholesome,

depending to be everything.

At last, I came,

to the line of triumph,

I touch the flame,

and the sun rise up.

Returning the dark memoir,

Now enlightening treasures,

Climb mountains from bourgeois,

Let snakes to measure,

of how many miles I took,

of how many badges I earned,

Before, I'm just an useless nuke;

Today I'm blasting throughout from urn.

At last.

Reviews

[conversations with her ..]

I really enjoyed this poem, and I’m looking forward to reading more of your pieces. I'm kind of new on here and it would be an honor if you can review my 4 new recent poems. (The world is ours, Nostalgia, Paradise, and You)

Thank you and Keep up the Good work!

[C_theSurrealist]

Thank you very much! I am looking forward also to view your works as soon as possible.