Wounded Lions

Preoccupied with mine own self

I whine and whine and whine.

Displaying not my battle scars

But the chinks in my armor.

Blind I remain to the struggles of others;

Ascribing their victory to a stroke of luck.

Or a trove of massive talent.

Thinking mine own life as the greatest battle.

An alliance forged between Fear and Pride

Wreak havoc in my life.

One drowning me in the well of doubt

The other refusing helpful hands.

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