(Almost) In Vain I Walked

The setting sun
Glistened with a softness
So profound that my
Deprecating thoughts
Melted away with a shame
Unmistakable.

Twice I subjected myself
To these all-consuming
Tortured
(Torturing)
Thoughts - never knowing
Wherefrom respite would
Greet me.

At last, one fading day,
I lifted my troubled
Head to look into the collosal
Sky
And saw, instead, that which
I hated most - them, that and this.

It all simply stood in front of me -
Such was that large tomb of my
Distaste
(Why I despised, only my
Self-doubt would know)
Mocking my vain regret.

My remarkable vanity
Stared through the sepia of that
Day -
Through the maginficence of a
Building I would never
Belong to.

And the sun merely glistening,
Derobing me of my sadness and
Vanity -
I knew the time had come to
Hold myself against the map of my past
Achievements
Rather than against the
Shadows of my desperate,
Lofty expectations.

The Brink

'I need a vodka on the rocks with a lemon and give me the tonic bottle seperately, please.'