As the door closes, my clarity is lost
The somberness cured by no write
My abilities tainted by acknowledgement
An ego fed, a dread nourished.
Truth has become vague, experience false
Passion is ignored, beseeching praise for a figment
Joy betrayed, to a want to excel
My heart unheard, still maintaining life.
Another's opinion, precedent over my own
If not commended, the quality is denied
The effort of honing, can not suffice
My talent blurring before it has begun to shine.
To continue, I question the purpose
A vision disregarded; a poet, unworthy .
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
As the door closes, my clarity is lost
The somberness cured by no write
My abilities tainted by acknowledgement
An ego fed, a dread nourished.
Truth has become vague, experience false
Passion is ignored, beseeching praise for a figment
Joy betrayed, to a want to excel
My heart unheard, still maintaining life.
Another's opinion, precedent over my own
If not commended, the quality is denied
The effort of honing, can not suffice
My talent blurring before it has begun to shine.
To continue, I question the purpose
A vision disregarded; a poet, unworthy .