Perhaps spoilt I am

Rotten, irreversibly

That now I have no

Strength to face adversity

Perhaps under worked I am

Living my life out

Amidst luxuries plenty

To dwell in pained fantasy

Perhaps pessimistic I am

Preferring to wallow

In the darkness

That oft surrounds me

I see so many stride past

With head held high

I too have walked tall

But carry a load inside

Perhaps I need to go down

On bended knees and pray

That this soft core within me

Soon shrivels up and dies away...

~Glowing Embers~

11^th March 2004