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Another Goes Unheard
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Childish, I Know Success is like a candle,
With the winners huddled round.
And those outside this sacred circle,
Can't seem to make a sound.
The silence of the outside,
Is surpassed only by the cold.
Your will and your fresh ideas,
Are slowly growing old.
Time is running out,
And acceptance becomes a dream.
You reminisce on how you began,
When you were young, bright and keen.
So this is life for what it's worth,
Not quite what you'd expected.
The dark will soon consume you,
It's always quiet when you're rejected.
God diggedydamn Ben. You keep writing great poems. I'm getting Jealous!
Yeah I know what you mean. I hate it when people dismiss the little people especially when its me! great stuff. I look forward to reading more.
Did you delete some from your list or am I just imagining it?
Benny Mac