Served up, on a silver plate, was a series of stomach knotting events
why me? why me?
I cursed to the sky, furious with it's targeted victimisation
You got me again, 170 points for the bulls-eye!
I did not ask for this!
I threw aimless punches to the sky
Throwing the deck of cards I had been dealt to the floor
I wasn't sure if I could face much more
The sky responded, showering me with uncontrollable rain
To whom do you suggest I target? Is there someone more worthy of this than you?
Funny you moan like you do, everyone else complained about the same thing too
I picked up my silver plate, and ate my stomach turning dish
I changed my why me? to try me? For more hurdles I wished
I placed the target on my forehead,
and waited for the arches to take their best shot
More! I demanded
I might as well face the punches, because the pain will not stop
I handled the cards dealt to me with patience and with care
I no longer believe in difficult, I no longer care for fair
Try me!
I shouted, laughing at the sky
Certain that no hurdle could stop me in my tracks
The quicker I swallowed my problems
And digested difficult like a fast-track to growth
The quicker I could relax
Try me!
YOU ARE READING
An organised mess
PoetryA poetry collection with random poetry I have written overtime, and thought i'd share. I aim to add a new poem into this collection every day, could be the occasional off day :-) hope you enjoy! **thoughts day to day, put pen to paper and let the...
