Denial, like a double sided sword, cuts deeper when coupled with remorse, as reality and its harshness has started to run its course. Grief grows thicker than fog making it hard to see the tunnel, let alone the light at its dreary end, as I muster all of my knowledge in the attempt to comprehend how to create a new beginning from a story that refuses to end. Something from nothing but at what cost, how much more compromise will it take before I have mastered the art of being my own boss? Soul searching should not feel selfish, yet for some reason it always does, as the inability to accept things for what they are has started to deeply affect the beauty that once was. If I could, I would rewind time to the days when life always seemed so easy, instead my present preyed on my past, making the world that surrounded me become so sleazy. Shadowed by my doubts, my potential stagnates inside me like milk that sits on the counter waiting to turn sour, as I pace and watch life pass me by, and wonder when it will be my hour. When will the sun shine for me, showing me that all was naught in vain; when will my universe unfold so I can feel at peace within my soul again? I slowly watch as each one of my dreams miscarries or is still-born, dead on arrival ambition of mine tends to break me, and make me feel so torn. Distraught, I dance dead behind the eyes, forcing my feelings to fly away, repressing them, and donning a disguise. I crave clarity to supplement the logic and reason that long to be let out, I am my harshest critic on the coldest days, what happened to the confidence that once emanated within me, and filled me from the inside out. I know I have limitless success lying dormant in me, waiting to be tapped into, yet I foolishly give up before tasting the failure which once had the ability to make me feel renewed. I will march on, and carry on, remove this monkey from my back. I will believe in myself and know my dreams wil be achieved, no longer falling victim to my endless, scrutiny and attacks. The king is back, and will be better than he ever was before; I may have been yesterday's fool, but I will never be today, or tomorrow's postwar whore.
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