Monday, November 7, 2011

Things
I conspired with conceit to control the things I could. The things I thought I could. As in fear rising as a trembling city and then falling down. But in the end conceit betrayed me as it always does. It conspired with self-doubt and left me sorry and weak against the things I've done.

2 comments:

Old Ollie said...

conceit is bitch....but my favourite poetic device

Human Paradox said...

Interesting illumination SC.