Triumphant Mortal

Knock me down and let the beat build.

I refuse to stand,

Only for the moment.

Surprised I’m this strong.

Talk but with consequences.

You won’t make it past day break,

And I’ll sit here all night out of spite.

I triumph over you, weakling.

Worth nothing is what you are.

Look in the mirror and you’ll see what I’m talking about.

Worthless, sick, vile.

Ha! I’ve made it.

Fall to my feet and cry your apologies.

No matter the beatings I’ve still stood strong.

Feel what I’ve taken upon myself.

Feel it, because you won’t live through it.

You can’t take it.

I promise.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the feel of strength and no fear in this poem. In life we cannot allow life to hold us down. Fear must be turn into energy to take on all challengers.
"No matter the beatings I’ve still stood strong."
A powerful poem with description of overcoming the struggle of living. A excellent poem.
Coyote