For the longest time
I thought that I
was the Captain
of my vessel.
I believed I held
the hilt of life
in my own hand
Standing tall,
walking strong,
the image of success.
Time has revealed to me
that I am not the captain,
standing proud at the wheel.
I am but another passenger
along for the ride.
And I find my hands empty
and my heart is filled only
with my own blade,
My life spills out
into a dark pool at my feet,
emptying my heart,
In the mirror there is
an old man, hobbled
under the burden of failure.
Thus I have discovered
the true nature of my
undying soul is but
a figment of falsehood.
Author notes
Written September 14th, 2006
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I feel you, AtVaR. It's relative to someone growing up to recognize his/her pipe dreams are just like every bad singer on American Idol's.
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I be thinking ye need a new mirror my friend.
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Sweet Sadness
^.^ You are very talented at writing poetry. Its almost sad this poem of finding yourself to be who you are not who you thought you were. Very wonderful
*~* Mad Hatter Felix
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