Vulnerable
For the first time
I need help
for the first time
my pride took a hike
always rose to top
now I’m not fresh anymore
I seem to flop
my vulnerability
is exposing my inability
to cope with my shortcoming
the truth is
I am going through a power dip
it seems I was brought
down from my high hoarse
in every game
there was a dip
in my scores
there is a loud back fire
in my exhaust
the impact knocked me off coarse
I cannot believe
how many times for help
I have to ask
even the verses
that I write seems lacking…
Copyright © Phatt Matt | Year Posted 2015
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