Quo Vadis?

Quo Vadis?

… the masochistic milk of human blindness

that fuels low self-esteem

that nourishes neglected youth

when confidence slips sadly, silently

between the cracks of childhood…

… success becomes not even a tenuous dream

but instead a foreign concept

for citizens of comfortable stables;

the rest, the wistful waifs

destined to look on, unable

to break the fetters of a fate

that decrees failure at best;

they slip

by degrees

into the tangle of anger at oneself;

they breed,

and feed their produce

into the barbed circle of negativity;

corrupted seed

doomed to mournful repetition.

A.D.