PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

During the years I had to bear

My needs were urgent yet hardly near.

The game was devious and never fair.



I've been knocked on the brain,

Via tricky ways and I was kind.

I felt the pain and a sense of bane.

Yet kept quiet and just smiled.

This is the way to learn!



I kept on learning and burning as a flare.

And almost felt to be so rare!

But now I see I got nowhere,

Just an extra ... just a spare!



I tremble more and fit no more!

And there is more and more to learn,

With out a teacher . . . with out a preacher.



There'll be pain but I'll learn,

With all my nerves, and every vein.

And I'll sail, if I fail, a breakaway from the hypo land,

as a trembling pulse, a human pulse, not a senseless grain of sand