Coming Back

This is a poem about the way my world changed when a life-shaking event came into it...

Coming Back

 

The world used to be my oyster.

Give it to me, I said, and it was mine.

I sat back idly and let it all come to me.

I told myself everything was just dandy and fine.

 

I lost it all a few years ago.

Nothing went the way I’d planned.

I was in agony day and night.

My cruise ship through life was now unmanned.

 

I screamed, I cried, I begged for help.

The world did not answer me this time.

It mocked me with its rejection.

It told me it would talk to me some other time.

 

I learned that the world just keeps on moving.

It doesn’t slow down or stop for anyone.

We are all small cogs in a big, faceless machine.

We are played with at someone else’s fun

 

I now know that whatever happens will happen because of me.

I no longer lay back and let my spoils pour into my lap.

It has been a tough lesson to learn, for sure.

But one I needed so I didn’t fall into life’s great gap.

 

 

Reviews

[Su' Nacnetaf]

This one is a good poem, but I didn't seem to understand anything outstanding about this piece, maybe my lack of concentration? Good, good.