FAILURE

As I bite the dust of failure, yet again!
My hearts screams I can take no more pain.
This isn't the first time it is happening,
But the problem is with it recurring.


All those dreams of a fancy life,
suddenly seems dissolved in all this strife.
The mere feeling of not living with pride,
Is like being pierced by a sharpened knife.

It's like being woken from a horrible dream,
Only to be left in the midst of a screaming beam.
With its deafening noise agonizing the wounds,
The wounds of failure and whatever that surrounds.

Why is it that all the bad comes together?
And why choose me of all other?
As these questions and more ring aloud,
Am still wounded by the burst of my dream-cloud.

The real me drowned in the shallow waters of failure,
Hatred towards all is ant act of instant pleasure.
I wonder what triggered all this hatred and grudge,
It's not like they are the cause for this trudge.

I don't know as to where this road leads me,
but any bargain on success would be a shame.
Worried I lay thinking about my failure,
as to what would be left after all these failures.