this is my first attempt at poetry on here so i have just created a random draft for a poem... make of it what you feel . i can guess theirs going to be a few corrections that need making if you could have a read and give me your honest opinion that would be brilliant.
prodigy
how much remains
how much existed
the slipping grip of a young kid's mind
so intent on feeling existence
where can he go
what can he do
the potential of this born to be star
died out by the ignorance of me and you
why is this so
why is it impossible to achieve
imagination can conquer fiction
but talent surender's in a world that refused to believe
when is the question
how is unknown
will we create oppertunities
remove pressure, step back and watch them grow
the prospect of a prodigy
shaping the way to a new future
is once again shut down by the systematic means of reality
the question we ask is the answer for a better functionality.
give chance to these people
lets turn a new page
let change happen
forget about fame
