In Which I Listlessly Muse Over My Life

They tell me
   Not to wallow in pain
Or misfortune.
Yet how can  look
   Brave and feel bold
When all odds are against me in
This miserable world?

The many great poets and
   Writers are numerous and yet
Some are left unknown
And forgotten.

What weight does the written word
Hold when no one will listen?

   We are as unique as every cloud-
Voices should be heard and
Remembered;
   Yet nameless and talentless I shall
remain
On the sea of recognition tied to a
Boat of despair
As I drown in the air of praise
For others.