This is a poem about having the passion and will to succeed only to watch it fade away when success has failed.
No skills, no life, no goals, no soul,
bored, helpless, useless and old,
no present, no future, no motivation left still,
light shining bright has betrayed me of will.
Searching for day light once gloriously enlightened,
no crack of glimmer sparkles hope without end,
gloom looming large forever and a day,
as inside I feel love fading away.
Paul Hickey
2-27-12
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