© Osemekeh Ugochukwu Micheal. All rights reserved.

I walked through this life
Battered and bruised
Confidence long gone
Heart to fight almost stolen.

I fought against my demons
I fought, dragging down my demons
But the more I fought, the more I struggled
And I fell a couple of times.

I looked myself in the dirt
Failure staring me on the face in my mind
People staring at me in the physical
Parents, siblings pushing to help
But I keep seeing failure through their eyes
With no confidence, I keep stealing glances at others
Trying to copy everybody and nobody

But then I met him
Him, who gave so much for me
He who believed in me before my parents were born
He called me blessed,loved and awesome
He claimed that he wanted me the way I was
The way I am.

It was hard to believe
But I really had no choice
Therefore I carried my tired bones
My crushed body
And began fighting anew


Of course my demons will not give up without a fight
They were storming come-backs
And fight-backs
They were using my past and my mind
Trying to wreck a present I was trying to build
And I was soon flat on the ground again.

But this time I looked at him, or rather he looked at me.
And we exchanged fist bumps
I exchanged power with him
And he pats me on the back
And tells me to get up back
For people need me
They need me and I must win because of them

He sends friends on my way
Church folks and others
But then he remind me that its him that is my source of strength
Not me
Then I realised
That my greatest weakness will always be myself
And as far as I can remember to remember him
I will always win

So I stand once more
Carrying myself up once more
Waking up my heart to fight
My confidence up
Realising that its not only me
But me and him
Like Kyuubi and Naruto
I must stay close with him
To win this war

So I fight my demons again
And at times I fail to meet up
But I see my victory ahead of me
And I stand
Not me, but Him in me
Christ rises up in me
And I stand to win this war
For me and for others
For I must have faith for them
And faith in Christ
For I follow the Savior's path

CC:
JOECUTIE

STANDD

FRANCISTONY

SAFARIGIRL

kingTom

victoriousvic

FAITHGOKZ

MISSMOSSY

MISSTERIOUS

DARLYNLARA

DELIGHTFUL1

francistony
fabdedon
naijaboiy

I tag una because I need comments and constructive criticism on this poem- not much of a poet sha.

My knowledge in poetry is rather limited (the only poetry I know is rap ).....this is a nice attempt though. Impressive

Yeah very nice..
Work on rhymes too necessary..
Dont make it too long its a poem not a story..
Equal lines..
Impatient readers cant enjoy it.. So therefore make it catchy..
Very nice piece keep it up..

rapmike:
CC:
JOECUTIE

STANDD

FRANCISTONY

SAFARIGIRL

kingTom

victoriousvic

FAITHGOKZ

MISSMOSSY

MISSTERIOUS

DARLYNLARA

DELIGHTFUL1

francistony
fabdedon
naijaboiy

I tag una because I need comments and constructive criticism on this poem- not much of a poet sha.

Ok boss, following. Wow me

Coming up with what I think of the poem at the weekend!.





For now, lips till I re-read when my head is calm!.





Yours in pen!.

Thanks to all those that have answered me. I kinda write poems from the blue, so adding rhymes or not may not be my forte.

However, I will work on that and also on the length.

P.S I actually thought it was too long too.

Who do we choose?



Madness!
What you ask from us, Madness!
Madness called civic responsibility
Madness I call it, oh yes its madness!


We call it power
Yea, the power to chase our defectors
And put in our benefactors
And those that wish us well

Alas! For those who we have to chose
Are only perceived pretenders
For those around them mask their truths
And amplify their lies

For there is one
A sitting president
Whose failures are as long as the Twin Towers
And success as short as a hobbit's home
And there stands the contender
A man of no easy means
Feared by all those fattened by the bounty of the land
Yet is torn out of his tongue
As his old age is more a puzzle than an answer
And a fattened few a contraption of his reputation

Who shall we chose?
Especially at this period of lull
And graveyard gloom
As our previous folly stares at us.
And our failure to be with sense brings forth fruit
We look for a savior
Yet we are not sure of any of these

For its in one's watch that we land at this dead pool
And another can be blinded to sell us out.
Aye, my fears speak so loud
But its not unfounded.

So therefore solve this puzzle
This maddening madness
Who should we chose?

Nobody?

Another of my poems called 'Who do we choose?'


Madness!
What you ask from us, Madness!
Madness called civic responsibility
Madness I call it, oh yes its madness!


We call it power
Yea, the power to chase our defectors
And put in our benefactors
And those that wish us well

Alas! For those who we have to chose
Are only perceived pretenders
For those around them mask their truths
And amplify their lies

For there is one
A sitting president
Whose failures are as long as the Twin Towers
And success as short as a hobbit's home
And there stands the contender
A man of no easy means
Feared by all those fattened by the bounty of the land
Yet is torn out of his tongue
As his old age is more a puzzle than an answer
And a fattened few a contraption of his reputation

Who shall we chose?
Especially at this period of lull
And graveyard gloom
As our previous folly stares at us.
And our failure to be with sense brings forth fruit
We look for a savior
Yet we are not sure of any of these

For its in one's watch that we land at this dead pool
And another can be blinded to sell us out.
Aye, my fears speak so loud
But its not unfounded.

So therefore solve this puzzle
This maddening madness
Who should we chose?