They say am not up to the task
I travel through high terraces
Plain grounds and dangerous valleys
I sleep in little snatches worst than a house made of broom-sticks
Searching and searching where my worthiness
What can I achieve in such little time
I am looking for that boldness I lost to my enemies
What am I doing a question for myself an I alone
How dare I listen to the voices of no being that created me
Don't believe that foolishness has brought me to this frivolous extent,
I must fight my way out of this
I must fight it
So be it to my enemies
The best option is to close my ear to the voices of those who oppose
They attack me like I was present at the the world war
Even Adolph Hitler can speak of my humility
Meekness and lowliness
I am back on my temperate valley
The place where I stand
To obtain my audacity and and boldness
Where my ears are closed to the voices of evil one
Where sounds bounce back to the senders
The place of the clean and not of the unclean
Now I can recollect what has been taken from me
The leadership just like that of world power
All in my grasps
Who dare oppose me in my land of riches and honor
My land my valley
I am in my own level
The highest level
Another level
This is one of my poems created heavily on past experiences and daily visions. All of this here came out from my brain. This is an inspirational poem urging me and you not to give up or listen to the voices of those who bring you and I down.
Please I will like comments so please if you observe any poetics device you can list it down in the comments area. Thanks for reading. TheDon out.