Suddenly, I fell from my horse

The distance was unclosed

Enough to waste more time

I sagged my saddle,

And I could not rush my milk.

I am bold and strong,

I can run their miles in a mile.

I meant to impress, not to oppress

I meant to say they could save time.

I can hear the crowd screaming.

The race was about to finish,

And like a shot of bullet

I thrust to overlap in two blinks.

The race was mine to end,

And quickly, I take my chance

I left behind my anxieties,

But I was tired and seemed scared.

I could not save more energy,

My horse was losing her strength.

I cried, I wished I'd started earlier

I wish I started at a youthful age.

I'm intoxicated with a blurry sight

Suddenly, I fell from my horse

When it was a mile to take the victory,

I made a history that will continue to teach lessons.

About the writer

Mubarak Damilare (D'UNIQUE GEM), is a student and a young Nigerian unpublished poet. He developed interest in Poetry as a secondary school student.