How slim the line
‘Twixt fame and failure.
But if you don’t ask
Could I do better,
And blame the rest
That would be a shame.
And you claim nothing.
And you remain
In an endless spiral,
Going nowhere.
You bare the brunt
And confess.
Leave it for the bin men.
The detritus
Does not compromise
Us.
I am still the same;
I get by
But something
Deep inside has hold
Of my soul
I cannot jeopardise.