Confessions of a Pessimist

April 23, 2007 § Leave a comment

Thirsty for success, follow the beaten path
Starved for love, douse it with hope
Hungry for opportunity, drown it with faith
Sickly with ambition, patience must cure

Pleasure is a strange desire,
still home, the ardent pain
Easy to believe in these
like friends of years pass’d
Find company in misery,
Bosom buddies we are.

Enough times the darkness has blinded
the light flickering in the corners of a mind
overwhelmed. The questions seek pockets
in the folds of a soul that desperately chokes
ambition, to keep out the cold.


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