Inadequacy

A.B. Jakobsen

Every morning I stare into his eyes

Eyes that have seen the dark universe yawning

And with the morbid chill of his penetrating glare

 I shiver at how far his fancy flies

Who’s stories might one’s sanity impaire 

I fall to shame at my own inadequacy 

When in presence of masters of yore 

Framed and throned upon my wall 

For I myself am what I most abhor 

As I realize I’ll never match his legend

To his immortality I am deeply in thrall

 

June 26th - 2023

  • Author: A.B. Jakobsen (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 25th, 2023 20:35
  • Category: Reflection
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  • L. B. Mek

    such a relatable topic
    thanks for sharing, dear poet
    (comparison's as our plague of existence
    we strive to evolve, while anchored
    to lore
    crafted insurmountable by myth unfound
    in that toil and woe of our everyday
    realities
    we Time-stamp our fate, as-if
    we ever had a say, in what era
    we would taste, life
    and on, generations lamenting
    heroes, heralded
    by those cannon's of privileged
    elitism
    hoping, maybe we too
    may be Time distilled
    by posterity
    as being mentioned, aside
    those who helped us reach
    our heights..)

    • A.B. Jakobsen

      Thank you dear Mek! I always appreciate your profound input and sincere engagement in my poems! Let's both strive for posterity and legacy through our artistic crafts.



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