From my own pit I shall attempt to rise
And make myself a wholly greater bloke
For being excellent is its own prize.
My wish to serve the greater good's no
joke.
Sometimes I want to be the very best
like no one else can say they ever
were.
I wish that I could say that I'll not
rest
until my full potential has been
stirred.
But all too often I am filled with
doubt.
My psyche feeling fragile as a glass
To these ill thoughts, I say just this:
“get out”
I came to write these sonnets and kick
ass
These inner demons shall taste their
defeat
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