Crown of Chaos 6 - Self-Doubt

(This poem is part of a heroic crown of sonnets. For more information, see "Crown of Chaos, Crown Jewel")

 

 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

I shall become a scholarly elite.

 

 

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