Pride And Doubt

By G.A.Grim

Sun, 21 May 2017
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While I write this I am not alone
Beside me sits my pride, and my doubt
Vanity whispers to me first
Stating that these words are a gift
Regardless of their weight
The world will surely thank me
For through me they are enlightened
I must secretly admit it makes sense
Then dubiety starts to yell
It pulls me out of my delusion 
Reminding me no one will ever be moved
I will be forgotten and unknown
Because I lack so many things
How can I leave a mark
When I never possessed one
Musing on these cogent words
Quasi-prophetic they may be
I will try to stay the middle path
The narrow thing it is
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