I look in the valleys of my mind
What do i find?
Hills of doubt so high
My wishes pies in the sky
Beyond reach
Slopes so steep I can't breach
The cold truth flowing from the peaks
Cascading down the peaks as i speak.
My heart in vainglorious desire
Pumping blood like i am retired
Resigned
Failure already designed
Sometimes i wonder
Why my heart sends blood to wander
To and fro limbs of lacklustre performance
Morbid underperformance
The secret of my self doubt is out
No need to shout
It's there in the panorama of stagnation
My indignation
Playing to the gallery
In the depravity of my scullery
Notwithstanding all this i am still unique in the stars
The star of my scars.
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There is a lot of equivocation and I am loving it. This one of the best pieces I have read so far. I love the depth in meaning.