The Fight
Today my spirit sags.
I am lost in disrepair.
This melancholy mood hangs thick,
I taste it in the air.
All hopes I had seem lost and gone,
No future left for me.
My false demise is imminent-
Mere mediocrity.
My potential proved betrayer.
These talents were for naught.
All dreams I once possessed,
Are now but distant thought.
And yet tomorrow rises,
A new day clear and bright,
In which I hope to find my voice.
And so persists my fight.
Copyright © Ely James | Year Posted 2010
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