Battling Myself

English Poems

Poem

 

My voice flows in time,
I am the energy.
All eyes on me,
climbing steadily.
My words etched
in your mind indelibly.
One of a kind, a pedigree,
top dog, better believe
that no one betters me.
You are a mere reflection
of all I will ever b…

I fumble my lines.
The ground moves
from under me.
The illusion comes
tumbling down,
The truth humbles me.
My confidence
is crumbling now,
I’m too stunned to speak,
left wondering how
I was ever the one to beat.

The once undefeated champion,
knocked clean off my feet,
reduced to a crumpled heap
in the mirror in front of me.

 

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Photograph by Jake Melara

 

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Lucas Howard

When I was seven I started copying poems out of a book and telling people they were mine. When I ran out of good ones to copy, I had to start writing my own. I have been performing and organising nights on the UK spoken word scene now for over seven years and am most of the way through writing the first draft of my first novel 'Zedlist', which is serialised on here. As the story is in fetal form, any critiques or suggestions are most welcome.

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