How Slim

How slim the line

‘Twixt fame and failure.

But if you don’t ask

Could I do better,

And blame the rest

That would be a shame.

And you claim nothing.

And you remain

In an endless spiral,

Going nowhere.

You bare the brunt

And confess.

Leave it for the bin men.

The detritus

Does not compromise

Us.

I am still the same;

I get by

But something

Deep inside has hold

Of my soul

I cannot jeopardise.

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