Serendipitous fate? Unlikely for me,
A future with light? One I cannot see,
A conundrum of life, an acceptance of mess,
it must be because I'm allergic to success.
Life rotates, like the eclipse of a sun,
I'm forgotten behind, I'm equal to none,
a solitary allergy, one that has no cure,
wafts like the stench of lying demure,
I'm in pain when it's close by, in pain when it's gone,
a nightmare has no ending, like how the light once shone,
I'm born this way, a flagrant shadow,
I can't pave a path, if the place is too narrow,
ambitions, a light becoming less and less,
it must be because I covet for success.
The stain of water, on ageing rust,
like the ever-lasting smell of putrid must,
staying there forever, not once walking ahead,
my existence stuck, like paper to lead,
I try to feign it off, a futile attempt,
but I must simply be someone of regret and contempt.
A burden upon me, perpetual stress,
A life of misery, the allergy of success.
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idk why all my poems are depressing, it just happens lmho.
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