Poem - MAG Poetry Prize 2010
Out
by
London, UK
Flung out, pushed out, spat out,
To face the cold, unforgiving reality.
Without guided focus and direction,
Aimlessly attempting to form ties.
Learning noteworthy lessons in a month,
Than the recreational three years.
Heavy duty boots trample on a lifetime of dreams,
Some days less armoured for the constant combat.
Optimism drip-dries to the beat of Chinese torture,
Each empty day a failure of fleeting time.
Fight it, fake it, work it.
This possibly, might likely be your moment.
Added: 29.04.2010
13.05.2010
Because the poem is not explicit, I can make it apply to different circumstances and situations with great effect. I like that.