I Declare Sorcery

...So it shall be...

I'm sorry but I never think I'm good enough,

Sitting here with high hopes of publication,

Only for my dreams to be tarnished by the very people that surround me,

Those who deserve it clearly more than I,

And whose skills are far more honed.

But such mixed feelings

Change by the wayside of a mountain made of marble

And the cat of tabby descent.

Whose skills and expertise I look up to, due to their excellency,

But also I revere, for the same reason.

Praise, for me,

Is to be handed a golden chalice,

Filled to the brim with an enticing drug

That will get me hooked on cockiness...

And though I know it, still like a drug, I cannot help myself.

And then in only a matter of time,

As if I had been waiting for such an event,

Soldiers arrive to knock me off my high horse,

And I plummet back into my little hole

And hide myself away again for ages.

All I have to say to that?

Well my friend,

I declare sorcery.

Author's Note

One of only three poems I've ever written about myself. Please review.

Reviews

[Just Kim]

very nicely written and expressed

[Riley Bray]

Thank you.

[Salar Majak]

(Praise, for me,
Is to be handed a golden chalice,
Filled to the brim with an enticing drug
That will get me hooked on cockiness...
And though I know it, still like a drug, I cannot help myself.)

these lines drove me crazy, i can relate to what you are trying to say, i love how the poem reads so easily and the emotions flow through surrounding the reader with the want for more!
beautiful!

[Riley Bray]

Thank you very much for such kind words. :)