Another Level

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.