A Poem That Rhymes

This is little more than a poem that rhymes
With a rhyme scheme consistent throughout
Each stanza divided up into four lines
That hold clues as to what its about

The assonance here, is to steer ones ideas
To this simile, like an old friend
Now I'll pose a question: "Why bow to your fears?"
To be answered (in part) at the end

Now in this third verse, insecurity shows
While the language becomes stark and raw
Then with long drawn out vowels the suggestion grows
That I am but a dim metaphor

A biblical reference to Golgotha designs
To imply I'm a martyr to art
Then pathos descends on the final two lines
Nihilistically echoing the start
	   	           Autumn 1997