PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

49%


 

You know I'll catch up someday.

And it'll be a bitter victory since I'm sure nothing real will come of it.

Still, I'll feel all the more prosperous-

And although it's a tremendously childish thing, I'll feel like I climbed a rung higher on the creativity ladder.

Though I mustn't cheat and go on only writing about ghosts and dreams and insanity.

I have a world ahead to write about.

I could write about anything, and soon enough I'll be in a brand new environment.

One that harbors Art like an infectious pest-

And I'll revel in that beautiful pestilence.

My hope is to get to that point of triumph before I embrace that odd new atmosphere.

Oh, but you know I'm ready whenever-

Though my snout and mask is stuffy and my heart is melting with sappiness-

This will be just one more success I hope to aim for before my life gets so much stranger. 

The business people bawk about but I am here delving deeper.

And soon I'll dig up treasure- but the point is to keep on digging regardless of whether I feel tired or not.

But I've been digging all day and this isn't all I do in life.

But mark me, I will get to the depth you've reached.

And I'll dance on my prize, as cheap and daft as it might be.

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.