Pride

RSM0812

Pride

If pride is a beast of fleeting failure,
Tell me, where does lie pathetic prayer.
Unanswered by the winds of change,
On a cool dry autumn day,
Let it sink, slow then quick,
Making me a little sick,
Then what remains shall sourly stay.

  • Author: RSM (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 12th, 2024 14:00
  • Category: Unclassified
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