Fear 3 - Poem by Michael Corrales
My biggest fear I shall confess
is that I will never know success.
It's a badge I wear upon my chest.
My life has only dealt with stress.
As if I'm living by duress.
Any gains have been suppressed.
How did I get in this mess?
Is there a purpose to my quest?
Or am I just here for jokes and jest?
If a failed life I would have guessed
I would've put a bullet through my breast
and end a life so meaningless.
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