I get sulky too easily, blame it on the rains i say. Just a weird thought crossed me mind, of events of the past that made me write this poem. Events which weren't the best and hence this poem for all those whom made me cry.
The Sting
They said, 'You don't have the sting.'
I wondered whats the meaning
I realised it meant something
Towards my abilities.
The frustration creeped in
But i refuse to give in
Opportunities will come in
And its time for me to cash in
After all the dreaming and striving
Of achieving something
I will have wings for flying.
And for those who said i ain't got the Sting
God bless you all because am FORGIVING.
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