Futile

I finally see the futileness of all these I have done
At the very end, I know, I should never have begun
I hope it’s not too late to save this cowardly soul
From the hope it keeps, buried deep, but knows it cannot hold

I can’t imagine what I’m worth to your mighty pride
Compared to you I’m nothing more than a begger’s bride
I cannot offer up any gold to the altar in your shrine
What I have is a seed that could, one day bring forth wine

I hope to end this, all on a poignant note
That as much as I’ve treasured, I’ve also lost much hope
I cannot deny the fact that I’m selfish as hell
But you affect me so much, heck, it’s just as well

by Lynnie Kim

Comments (1)

Excellent write, Lynnie... there is nothing at all inferior about your poetry. Good stuff! ! Brian