My mailbox
Is a pile
Of accomplishment
More rejection
Than I could ever flout.
It seldom says,
How it rejects faith,
How it also dissuades
Intellect,
Towards a longing wait.
My mailbox
Doesn't say,
How passionately
I sing,
And I
Sweat and I cry.
My mailbox
Certainly doesn't say,
How helplessly
I try.
My mailbox
Doesn't receive
Acceptances and awards,
It is a mostly misty sight,
Uncertainty towards.
Is a pile
Of accomplishment
I do not care about.
It containsMore rejection
Than I could ever flout.
It seldom says,
How it rejects faith,
How it also dissuades
Intellect,
Towards a longing wait.
My mailbox
Doesn't say,
How passionately
I sing,
And I
Sweat and I cry.
My mailbox
Certainly doesn't say,
How helplessly
I try.
My mailbox
Doesn't receive
Acceptances and awards,
It is a mostly misty sight,
Uncertainty towards.
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