-- September 12th, 2007 -- Labels: Poetry
I sit in this room, alone and afraid of what awaits outside of that door,
So many people,
But alone I sit,
It is a feeling of dread that creeps along my fingertips as I,
Etch epithets,
Scribble nonsensical dribble for the world's delight.
It is a love affair with a stranger,
That leaves a few dollars on the dresser,
While parading in the spotlight with other suitors,
Who still come up to me,
Handshakes not matching their smile,
I miss the embrace of home,
Time moves swiftly, a phrase uttered before,
But as the melodies of sorrow fill the Brooklyn air,
I shut my door to that world,
And reminiscence of days where all I had were,
Games, laughter and hard work all to myself,
All I had was you.
The grind has become more arduous,
My life is connected to you,
These words merged by fate and chance,
To produce illumination in my heart and mind,
Makes this scene so hard to grasp in my mind's movie,
As the starring role is no longer me,
I'm auditioning again...
The fear of failing makes succeeding taste that more sweet,
But what's the use of going to war when you have no allies to help you compete?
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