Failure (Sidewalk Prophet Series)

Failure

 My thoughts are like those of a mad mans,

I go into an energy of silence

Like the quiet after thunder

Where a homeless wind

In various light

Knowingly measures loss.

 

I dissolve into a trance.

All the sounds of the moment

Fall on my conscience.

Something died this instant,

Loss returns in vacant eyes

With measures of dew and dust.

I toiled all my life for my failures

Punishment is deserved.

Each moment takes a morsel of loss,

God withholds curses without revenge

Was it worth it to fail?

Yes.., I found God.

I retrieve my thoughts

They will dissipate

But why am I still sad?

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