I once went on an odyssey,
I can not say it was exactly a Sisyphean task.
My pride, a white elephant,
Driving me to the den of the grim reaper.
Between Scylla and Charybdis,
I found myself caught.
People who did not know any better
Ran the gauntlet on me.
Humility then came to my resue
And threw down its gauntlet.
Seeing I was a dead man either ways,
I had no other option than to accept it.
At the point when it seemed
I had met my waterloo
And a pyrrhic victory in sight,
A good samaritan arises
And there I find my open sesame.
YOU ARE READING
JOURNEY INTO MY WORLD
PoetryWhen there's no one to turn to, we tend to turn to the one thing that's almost secrete to us. I turn to my pen and paper. My life might not be all that interesting but why don't u let curiosity get the better of you.
