'One' Poem by Tommy Freedom

Experimenting with recreation and life
Something most will do. But there is always that ‘one’.
Though this particular ‘one’ is a part of me
Talent, admiration, now nothing but flawed.
But alas…not in my eyes, what will be, will be…
Hope is taken from those who showed value that dark night
This value – will be adored by those evermore.

This ‘one’s’ rest was disturbed, but was it really?
Used to the exposure and pain that scarred and marked
Which, eventually, led to the unexpected inevitable.

From this particular ‘one’, I take nothing but inspiration
I look to this ‘one’ with love and desperation
My goals and targets set by this ‘one’
There’ll be no stopping till I have won.

Does this therefore mean I will turn into the ‘second one’?