Recluse short poem

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In my pursuit
of glory,
fame and bliss,
I saw
the path ahead
torn apart in
the darkest of
and despair…

I realized
my old self
leaving a
shrewder me:
a fascist by choice…

Yet I sensed
traces of my
pure old self
raising alert;
hold the reins
of this intoxicating
path to glory…
else they swallow
those tiny bits
of my good old self
and proclaim me
a self-confessed

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Recluse short poem

Alone I sit in dark and cold, so much around,yet nothing to hold. The light beckons me Urges to see The honest feelings Spent on deceitful dealings. Stumble over a shattered dream and pain that made me scream. Missing are