Never Quit

By Sunday Elom

Relentless I run with a focus on glaring terminal point

Stumbling stone I oversight

With nobody to remind me

Mountain of hope I built expecting no one to crush

Red sea I forgot and Jericho

Wall I wave behind

Suddenly Titanic fate began

To mount my athletic track

Goliath beacon on me

And agape Python I see

My victory I began to doubt

With none to exalt my hope

Pillars I lost and wilderness I

Became with no shrub Around

Double voice my ears pierced

Confirmation I seek with my

Knees in V-form

Tiny voice I heard as sound

Of moving ant on a floor of

A high class

Forward go for your catapult

Stone on Goliath head Possess.