The Race

This poem is just about how everyone around me is so successful and so ambitious and I feel sort of left behind.

The world speeding up beside me
a flickering stream of light
leaves me in darkness
leaves me without sight

Sluggish and slow my ambitions go
lead blocks upon my feet
Fumbling hands that taint the sculpture
Though king's air I breathe

Am i worthy among these searching minds?
Medals adorn their breasts
mine empty, a desolate desert
emptiness in my chest

Time used to be slow
Who sped up the days?
And made children adults
with no time to play

And left me stranded
in the memories of old
behind and backwards
stuck in the cold

Wishing for a moment
that's ceased to exist
Wandering aimlessly
in the thick mist

Around me are beams of light
That past by so swiftly
Untouchable, unreachable
spreading too quickly

Author's Note

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Reviews

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nice flow, I liked it