EXIT
This is the last of many for now--
A finale reluctantly offered?
The trophy collects dust in a dark corner,
And I try to leave that by which I've suffered.
The world out there may have missed me
These long months aloof from reality.
Time doesn't stand still for a writer
Who cares far too much for vanity.
A supernova? No. A regretful goodbye;
A thank-you, to those who have been kind.
But I'm trying to run from the lies and fear
That have stabbed my heart and burdened my mind.
It is not enough to be called great--
I think one must believe, or find it out to be truth.
Flattery's gift is little more than an empty high,
To crash from, as expected, and earn one more bruise.
But I think I'll come by once in a while,
To hail old aquaintances, and post what I've scrawled;
To find if I'm remembered, forgotten, or missed.
But here I make my exit, and goodbye to all!
I'll miss you. Maybe I'll be back soon...but it's time for me to use my time more wisely.
2007-11-03
14:55:13
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➔ Poetry
I'm okay, but I need a break from Y/A!
2007-11-03
14:55:32 ·
update #1