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by patrick Jul 7, 2019
Life, society /
what is it with the waking hour?
words scampering to reach my page
down the block around the corner a boomerang
a theme and now a blank!
profiling my flaws
self-doubt ignites a flood
to try obliterating my self confidence
shivering naked I face my tormentor
who happens to be me
I bare mute witness and testify to my frailty
I am beyond the reach of outrage
some would hide behind a secret, not I!
my gifts far outweigh the negatives in me
much of me remains unused
the ’excitement’ of that prospect overwhelms me
I want to learn
ring the very last drop of what is on offer
“My tormentator who happens to be me”
That was a strong line... Overall, I see this piece with a positive aspect. I have felt like that before. We have so much to offer. Hopefully, it’ll be good.