There is a hope that fears
The prospect of failing,
And a lingering fear
Hoping to endure.
There is a thought that
Never seems to get lost,
And another that thinks
Of not existing.
There is a dream
That dreams of sleeping,
And yet another
Certain of its existence.
There are humble minds
Built of broken dreams,
And pretentious dreams
Built of broken minds.
There is a mind
Seeking
Its inner limits
Outside.
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I enjoyed both of your poems, but I wanted to comment on the stanza in the poem "A Mind, Built of Idle Ponders" that you wrote. I thought you had a unique way of approaching failure, which is what I obtained as the key theme in your poem. The idea that hope fears failure is a true, realistic approach of explaining the dreams that can be crushed if "hope" never leads to achievement.
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