It is Vanity

It is self-vanity
that leads me to yearn
for a recognition that is
unwonted.

Is there the need
to fight for a so-called
passion; when it would be less troublesome
to sink in annonymity?

What that inspires me to dream
must be sunk in practicality.
What that gives affirmation
I must suffer in my heart.

Perhaps it will all be nothing,
it is not joy that i feel
but emotinless calculation
that i show to unforgiving circumstance.

01 June 06

Yet another day has gone by, leaving me to gape uselessly in its wake. How helpless i feel, and not only about this. It seems that my love will not be satisfied, it is by a world too pragmatic for romance, or the notion of it. I must resign myself to Fate, and thank God for what i have. I hope this does not flavour of bitterness, for i do not feel it, only a small degree of resignation.

P.s. I have just gotten inhto the semi-finals of the poetry contest, they sent the letter yesterday.