Waver

I was well
on my way
to a glorious
destiny

of that
I am certain

until you happened
across
the shadows
of my mind

what
is to become
of me now?

the straight
and narrow
has blurred
in my vision

and my
lucubration
of your
intentions

only serves to
intensify
this uncertainty

the isolated
regard
you bestow
has rendered me
bootless

and called out
my ineptitude
concerning matters
of the heart

neither blame
nor shame
can I direct
your way
for this
confliction

alas,
even tragedy
carries
potential

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