Success
Like a Dog caught in the rain
my coat wet and cold
my heart
beats alone.
Like a sailor in a storm
flashing lights and darks
my soul
is endless stress .
Like a muse without a song
my inspiration gone and dry
my thoughts
are baren.
Like a ghost town at midnight
empty doors and passages
my eyes
are colorless.
Like a shadow of myself
full of hate and reget
my brain
alone I'm left....
-Olsen W. Potter-
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