Now that I know
I am not good enough,
I curl up in a ball
and hideaway
when times get tough.
A voice in my head tells me
to pull myself together,
but that’s not easy
when you have reached
the end of your tether.
What optimism I had
is now non-existent,
swallowed up by
the doubts that were
far more persistent.
I can’t get rid
of this feeling
that makes me nauseous,
I guess it’s payback
for all the years
I was too cautious.
Instead of taking
the chance to be free
I lived my life
in monochrome instead of 3D.
The 50 year old poet 
Nice one 🙂
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Hey, gotta go Technicolor before you go 3d! Otherwise it’s 3d greyscale
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Sad 😦 I hope you don’t feel this way personally.
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I felt this. It struck a chord 😦
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Great lines and stunning Title.
Yes. Many of us live in black.
If we add white, it becomes a dichrome.
Pessimism has been ruining our lives.. And you have brought it out beautifully in your verse.
The power of verse is that it cleanses and energizes the writer and inspires the reader.
I love this.
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