The Finisher At Work Poem by Cliff Phiri

Pain is just but a motivation.
Though my foes seem many, they are not too many.
My skin is salty.
My eyes are all fire.
Give me a knife to kill the man with a gun
For all i have is an unfailing mind.
Slowly but surely here i come.
Like a wet towel catching fire.
I will enter the 'no man's land'.
Running through the dusty atmosphere.
With a tireless motive.
For persistence pays
Surely i will conquer.
My barrel smokes.
I can't feel my heart beat
For i have put emotions sideways.
Till i archieve it.
I won't rest.
Because i am the best.
Through the muddy grounds i will juggle.
Till i finish the pages.
And turn the winds!
I AM A FINISHER!