The Poems Of My Life

Fate of Failures

I stride toward my whirling alabaster stairs

sculpted each by me.

My blemished gown wavers from breathless wind,

The movement of rapid ascending,

clutters the smooth glassy fabric.

I seek

the top of those countless stairs,

always rotating like an undetermined clock.

Step forward,

one decision made.

Glancing back,

demons claw and shred at my hem.

Failures lure me,

away from fading success.

Torment fogs my eyes,

blazing them with uncontrollable regret.

Gnawing they persist at eroded abrasions

bursting with oozing agony.

I finally awake.

They slacken their extinguishing grip,

Forward is where I should go,

Hesitation of will

confines me.

"You will never forget!" legions shriek.

I tremble with child like dread.

"We made you who you are!" failures sing like a sirens song.

Each dripping of persuasion.

Mouths fume with severe disease,

taste of power leaks from their inner being.

Obedience soaks my tortured mind.

My inner beast breaks and howls.

The roar of release,

tremors through my asserted lungs.

They realize,

I predict my fate.

Demons decay,

like parasites without their live host.

Failures fade in bitter defeat.

The gown is sparkling anew,

Once barred tears are now liberated.

My mind glows with determination,

The many stairs I still will create,

to the preeminent

of untold fate.

I take a firm leap ahead,

my newborn future is finally at hand.