The Saboteur Comes CallingA Poem by realmwriter
With nothing of gain, to send home
In support of mine I thread the bane of my existence, through the eye of time. With nothing of gainful employ, To show I truly tried. I anguish all the while With only myself to blame. With an eventual lack of attention, The saboteur comes calling in back of mind. Searching evidently, only within myself, To find what causes this deception? I can't go back, nor dare look forward, To stand stagnant on the edge of reason. The saboteur does all he can, To condemn failure to his treason. In due time, the course will come, And the path will find itself. But I will go not blindly to the call, Nor stumble at his feet. I'll cling the path, not so straight, Nor narrow can I walk. Yet still I hear the saboteur, Calling out the mock. In back of mind, that thing I find, It takes its cursed tole. Haunting every orifice, Until it reaches its cursed goal. Must find a way to barrow time, To increase my span of it. Prize out the, that saboteur, You're clogging up my mind. © 2011 realmwriterReviews
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10 Reviews Added on November 27, 2011 Last Updated on November 30, 2011 Previous Versions AuthorrealmwriterHarrison, ARAboutYou know, I can write about almost any subject, in poetic form and even an ocasional short story, but I find it most difficult to write about myself. I am an artist at heart and will use whatever m.. more..Writing
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