Escaping with the moment of glory--
yet subdued with the sense of denial..
Such desires fulfill one mans dream,
with passion shall you shatter such sorrow and shame..
Why must one feel the clarity of a crystal,
as opposed to the brightness of a sun..
Dens-ed with a fickle of pride,
sensations of an overflowing spirit..
A constant drench of deleted smiles,
once turned away for a surreal grin..
Realizing thus to much has faded,
a distinctive glare of shameful dismay..
Shadows in the mirror once seen before,
a glance of disappointment shall not be ignored!!!
Pride I had!!!
Pride now gone!!!
Pride of disjoyce has provened me wrong!!!



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