My life has been defined by the things I could not get
The things I could not have
The things I could not achieve
My reality is cold compromise alienation
My reality functions between 40 and 60 percent capacity
Like a person who has had a severe debilitating injury
I was in love with that which failed to appear
I am the product of the deprivations caused by man
I demand the same things I demand in myself
When they said no, when they never got in touch
They originated the tragic hero who stars in frustration's passion play
They removed all obscuring of truth
Somebody else was allowed in upon knocking
Somebody else found the ground opened at their feet
This created a buoyancy of spirit, easily bounce off of existence
I feel the weight of unfulfilled ambition and denied desire
Fall into the arms of dark haired resentment
That is a relationship I prefer not to resume
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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