Sour Apple

For the first time in my life
I'm hungry for a thing I cannot name.
Yeah, maybe it's love;
Maybe I don't get that jive.
Could be ambition, some nameless
Presence I might encompass.
Maybe it's the stagnation of
Lonliness. Hard work- being alone.
I bite the bitter part of a better life,
So someone else can get the sweet.
Truly, I'm the composition of a fool.
All my life a teammate, never the star.
Who's gonna look at me and light up?
Who would want this mess of a man?

Uncharted days lay dormant for
Footsteps reticent to press the ground
And be firm for once. Of their own
They may make a purpose yet.

I am breath malingering forward
Lazy, and with such effort at times;
You can gift the world, bright-mannered
And brimming with all your best,
But if you fall they all forget you.