Thursday, October 15, 2009

Sonnet XIX

It's not so hard to quit-
Much harder to stay,
Defy that tiny voice
That whispers.

You're not good enough,
It says, Worthless.
You should stop, now,
It tells you.

And the voice never fails;
Even as they argue against it,
It whispers.
It lies.

But you'll always worry in the darkness of the night:
It's not lying, is it?

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