Poised above the rest
No room for fear or hopelessness
Winning is the hearts desire
And brimming soul gets exactly its needs
As contenders to the throne fall from their pedistools
All of them wishing wanting
Without the skills.
But the victorious heart cries out
It's battle over and won
And they all know
The number one
YOU ARE READING
Mindsong
PoetryPoetry where nothing is as it seems. Unknown messages peek between each line. Can you comprehend them? #sharetheloveofpoetry
