Cross of the Line
Where is the line?Where is the limit?
How can you not cross it when you don't see it?
Day after day wondering if you have crossed it..
Not to mention the tense atmosphere,
no matter what you do you start to wonder,
even at work it is like this,
You even blame yourdelf for everything that happens,
suddenly your self-image is a disaster,
When you look in the mirror you are despised,
despised by the look of your own failure,
Though you are not sure you have crossed the line,
that you have brought failure and shame upon yourself,
The line is invisible,
easy to cross,
But hard to see and hard to stay away from at times...
Poetry by Alexander
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Written on 2006-03-30 at 16:42
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