My Place In Time Poem by Job Laz

Within the rocky pattern
Of her breast I was made
And like a legend’s emblem I became,
Trailing into the days fleeting like cars,

By the edge of her elbow
I got the spot
Amidst the dancing light
That floors the aging wall like dew,

With the jest of her gallantry journal
I was fed to outdo odds,
As I journey into the open fields
With exuberance like a child,
Against time I found my feet
And with the love in her whip
My daring will to sail the heaven
Surfaced like a along awaited sunshine,

Catapulting me to cruelty
Of truant lost to self
Underneath the weight of pride
Which now pilots their sigh?

For as I am seen
Their dire sparks back to life
Their sour puke of rivalry
Aviates the orbs like a fog,

Yet my bent back rises not
To host their peevishness,
Their cruel anarchy unify to my fall,
For with mastery in was made to outshine wags.