Not This Day
I put my heart out,
Little by little
Until I stumbled
On the boundary
And injured my
Enthusiasm.
Such vanity
Must be crushed
Romantic folly
Despises the
Ancient myths
The untruths.
The blur of delusion
Lays low in a
Field of traps,
Where I often walk
Alone, exploring
Phantom thoughts.
But not for long
These troubles
Get pushed away
Lessons learned
Disappointment
Not this day.
Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2015
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