The Sonnet Man's Soul
My nemesis has always been self-doubt,
And I am left to answer some questions,
When I experience creative droughts,
Leaving me without any suggestions.
My arch enemy has always been fear,
As far as ability was concerned,
Since being afraid of what you might hear
Is very difficult to be unlearned.
My uncertainty is what weakens me,
While thinking about what the future holds.
Therefore, I am as nervous as can be,
Not knowing how the future will unfold.
If you can not give me a script to write,
Then give me a Joker with Kryptonite.
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