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The World, it Stays Round

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Disclaimer: Out of respect for publishing this article under Lewis Cass schools- and out of respect for the audience who reads the school newspaper, I changed the fourth word of the second stanza to “screwed.” Unfortunately, this silly excuse for a substituted word removes much of the powerful intended pathos, which my original poem hinges upon; so if possible, I would like to challenge my reader to restore that pathos on his or her own efforts- thank you.

I go walking around,

Mad at a world,

Because I woke again today,

And what I found,

Is that mine in particular,

Stayed round.

 

I live in my screwed up world,

Where I can’t remember my daddy and mother,

Tucking me in for a night’s rest,

Under a dry roof,

Beneath a sinking sky,

Even though I know,

They surely did.

 

And I hold my lost chances to the regret I feel everyday,

And I blame my injuries in life for the wounds I live with today,

And this world isn’t fair, so I continue writing lines everyday,

And sometimes my lines make it to its paper.

And now there is nothing to draw my strength from,

 

I wake and find everything I care about,

Drowning in that ancient toxic dust,

Which I let distract me from what’s underneath,

And suddenly, nothing matters to me at all.

 

And in the late dark,

When I shoot for my mark,

While others are taken to their rest,

I find myself at the edge of sleep,

Observing a wind that doesn’t blow outside my window,

I find all my empty labors

And all my hardships,

Are indeed fruitless.

 

And my anxieties,

They demand a too easy payment from me;

Which I am not always strong enough to resist,

And I fail,

And I fall to their feet everyday,

In broad daylight, within the public square.

 

They say chance is the devil’s game,

And competing for eternal, daily recognition,

The strong, the weak,

The wise men, the fools,

And both the rich and the poor.

 

So why did it take me so long to see,

After the teacher made it crystal clear,

Success isn’t happiness, but rather a status.

That dedication to perfection isn’t prestige, but is rather slavery,

That power is still more not the control over others,

But rather the ability to control myself, most especially when I am among others.

That life doesn’t have to be a game.

 

Yet even now,

I find myself forgetting the costs I paid to be the man I am,

And, may my God forgive me

If  I forget the sacrifice my ancestors paid,

That one day, after they left their homes in another world,

That I may live in a land of liberty.

 

Where I can go walking around,

Not mad at a world,

Because I woke again today,

And what I found,

Is that mine in particular,

Stayed round.

 

My inheritance is indeed as great as it is abundant,

May I forever be thankful for it.

And may my efforts to be who I am,

Ensure, indeed, that I am,

Most deservedly,

A happy man.

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3 Responses to “The World, it Stays Round”

  1. Delanie Deeter on January 9th, 2018 7:14 pm

    This is so powerful Christian. I felt as if you were reading this to me aloud. The length and dramatic irony of this piece pulls the reader in to feel the raw emotion. Truly a compelling piece that has great framing technique and pathos. Thank you so much for sharing.

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  2. Holly Widner on January 17th, 2018 9:38 am

    Your poetry is truly amazing, Christian. Honestly, I feel like I’m reading one from a professional poet. I absolutely love the tone and the way you express emotions. Great poem!

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  3. Westin Miller on February 5th, 2018 9:20 pm

    Awesome poem, Christian! I can feel the pathos behind every word used, and it teaches a great lesson to the audience. Even though you couldn’t include the word you wanted, I think the audience can feel and understand your point.

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