Clever Title

I'll let the poem speak for its self

Rejection isn't sealed with a kiss

It's a swing and a miss

It's a punch in the gut

a bloody-mouthed runt

fresh out of luck

fighting his way through the world

  fighting to stay on a world

     spinning farther from what

        he dreamed to be

            what he dreamed to see

 

on the other side of the fence

 

all those nights he spent

gazing at the stars...

 

the glamour and glitz

the clubs and the bars

silver spoons hanging from laughing lips

that spit on his lowly ground

but this fighter has found

even though he has fallen down

He's got the strength to get back up

Author's Note

I've loosened my grip on the margin.
Oh and I've calmed down.

Reviews

[ImagineItAll]

Awesome! Just plain awesome. A struggle with an ending that isn't sad.

[WritersSoul]

This is real anger?! Wow, this is real sweet! Sorry if its true though, its happened to me many times -.- Great write!

[Kat_Flowers]

I like the format here. The way it is physically structured really adds punctuation to the feeling in the poem. The emotion really pops in this piece.

[mark slade]

i'd say you were pretty upset when you wrote this. never the less, anger spits out some good writing. and that's what happened here.