I have failed
several times
in a row
and still...
How do I perfect
these mistakes?
Failure leads to success,
doesn't it?
So why... endlessly,
I only failed. A failure.
Is that what I am?
Will I be seen beyond that?
There is a competition that
they hold for those who
wish to gain a sponsorship
in the university of stars.
I was a delinquent
with no cent to my name.
A failure who needed
to feed a family of twelve.
As the eldest brother,
I had no choice.
If I could gain this sponsor,
then I'll save my family.
In that small arena, I fought.
A failure, dragging an axe
behind him.
Swinging, tossing--to the death.
'Only those who kill
shall advance.'
It was the golden rule
that even I had to follow.
I was a failure.
I failed to save
these hopeless people.
I failed again.
Failure leads to success, they say.
But did I succeed, knowing that
I've painted my hands with
the blood of the innocent?
Rumors ran rampant and
and my reputation turned around.
As I thought, my family was saved,
but they don't have to know why.
I'm still a disappointment under a veil;
nothing has changed since then.
No matter how many praises are thrown,
only I will known of the truth.
Change sounds so easy,
and it breeds internally.
But perfection is an illusion
to cover up for failure.
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PoetryAn expression or burst of emotions, a place of solace from suicide and depression. May be an art or a form of liberation-probably a loss of sanity driven from hungry memories; to understand and listen to the stories around us, a passion-driven delir...
