everyday wishing for a Solomon
wanting any way David, not goliath
instead stumbling over hastily drawn lines
secure in little except godlessness
adversary nameless
prize indistinct
hastily thrown up defenses
hunkering under the fusillade
blurry shadows
unaffected by sunlight
unconnected to feet
follow just the same
spurious movements
undetected by even close observation
unadjusted for momentum
catch me off guard
weakened by adversity
pitiful by comparison to my foes
losing all twelve rounds again
yet still standing
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: so this explains, what, about me
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
You tried staring into the sun when you should have been keeping your eye on where the next jab was coming from, forgetting your age and being blinded by huge numbers of dollar bills heading your way .. 🥊😎🥊💰💲💲👍
"Then will I also confess unto thee that thine own right hand can save thee."
I love your last line, losing all 12 rounds, but yet standing a beautiful summation of the rest of the poem in metaphor
Excellent
Tremendous work. Powerful.
you are still standing, come what may, and that underlines your courage..
lovely write
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