Sad Figure

Jabberwocky

She abandoned all then for her fate

Her darker appetites to sate

Where one was not enough to please her

A dozen came and so diseased her

And left all seeing now it’s plain

The future she can’t have again.

She ponders counting on her hole

In braille, the cost of her vain goal;

To be “the best” for every one

Except the best, whom she did shun.

 

None at all beyond the pale

In cafe, bar, or through the mail,

Who offer her ill ways to be

More than her mediocrity.

Her fate determined by the mean

Of hubris and low self esteem.

  • Author: Jabberwocky (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 26th, 2019 08:41
  • Category: Unclassified
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