So sad that as I write I realise

That poetry is not as life it seems

For on the pages here I place in rhyme

My inner thoughts and secret little dreams

In life I try to be a man who can

My many weaknesses are all denied

I lose myself in sleight of hand sometimes

Not proud to say in life I’ve often lied

But on this page I offer up my heart

And every flaw is open and revealed

A man who wants so much and lives in dreams

Pretending that my destiny’s unsealed

Oh reader take the fantasy I write

The reading brings my darkness to the light

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