Got failed again;
Weeped for hours,
Nothing I felt,
Empty was everything.
Where I went wrong?
Buried most of my interests,
Supposed distraction were eliminated,
Focused for only thing to achieve.
For reaching heights,
Suffering and sacrifice are needed,
So I worked hard,
With headaches, still stood late night awake.
Got failed again.
Even though I would win,
My result won't decide,
My work would.
Won't stop,
Need to climb high,
To devour the perfect sight,
With satisfaction of reaching top.
Is getting failed better than pretending you know better....?
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Me
PoetryI wanted to let things out of me Feel free to do the same and share whatever you have :-) Or you can help me edit because that is definitely required. Wherever you see mistake 👈(point it out for me) OH! And and....and read- "Those eyes are Judgy"...
