a poem
had I not ignored the insight of my loving kin.
The possibilities parading around in my hollow head,
I kept them close like a blanket, but from me, they fled.
Many a day, I think what I should've done,
but in the end I would've failed and failure would've won.
I have displaced my dreams and lost them to the unknown,
I ignored the intrigue of success even after I was shown.
Poetry by andre10
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Written on 2008-05-05 at 04:48
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Many a Day, I think what I could've been.
Many a day, I think what I could've been,had I not ignored the insight of my loving kin.
The possibilities parading around in my hollow head,
I kept them close like a blanket, but from me, they fled.
Many a day, I think what I should've done,
but in the end I would've failed and failure would've won.
I have displaced my dreams and lost them to the unknown,
I ignored the intrigue of success even after I was shown.
Poetry by andre10
Read 978 times
Written on 2008-05-05 at 04:48
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