An Unworthy Poet

As the door closes, my clarity is lost The somberness cured by no write My abilities tainted by acknowledgement An ego fed, a dread nourished. Truth has become vague, experience false Passion is ignored, beseeching praise for a figment Joy betrayed, to a want to excel My heart unheard, still maintaining life. Another's opinion, precedent over my own If not commended, the quality is denied The effort of honing, can not suffice My talent blurring before it has begun to shine. To continue, I question the purpose A vision disregarded; a poet, unworthy .