Push

[Achebe]

Push

Curl up

Protect yourself
Your head
Your Heart
your Being

The onslaught

Push forward
one step

Each moment a lost one

Nothing to sink into
Nothing to become

The torrent continues

Breathe.  Recall the Reason

But death, ever present.  cutting

Each moment a thief
stealing your soul
steeling your soul

Hi Persadia - this is very teen angsty. There are no poetic devices in evidence here, just a lot of cliched sentiment. I would suggest that you read Colin Ward's poetry tips to get started.