Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Called To Succeed But Afraid...
The bright lights of fame keep calling to me,
They want me to be the one they seek,
They tell me I am good but I do not believe,
They tell me I am strong but I know I am weak,
They flash just beyond the horizon over there,
And here I sit in the perpetual darkness,
In the anticipation of light.
Topic(s) of this poem: calm