His mind

An iron mold

Casts words into poetry

With impressive designs

I marvel

Starring down at mine

The works of my mind

Ugly designs

Indents here and there

From blows of low self-esteem

And as I gaze

At the stars in the night sky

Stars of achievements

Achievements of my predecessors

I wonder

If there’s space up there for mine

Then a thought occurs to me

‘It’s the view from below

That gives the impression

That there’s no place

Up there, infinite space’