FAILURE

'I make mistakes so many times, i got tired of it, so decided to pen down my frustrations'

I try and try and just keep failing.

A notorious habit.. a brand new addiction..

Why am I like this? what could be the reason?

Were the stars at fault, was it just a bad season.

Do i deserve this life? Is it all a mistake?

I am defective, corrupted, a failure, new one's every single day.

No matter what I do it doesn't count, it goes unappreciated.

My achievements are forgotten, my good deeds are a lifeless rendition.

New choices, a fresh batch of bad decisions.

Is this is my talent ? my life's testament? ..such i guess is my disposition

Tired of my habits, appalled with my addiction.

A by word amongst my kin..an abomination amongst my generation.

Woe the day i was born..the day i was conceived in my mother’s womb.

I wish the light of day was not my fate..but rather bound to a ray less tomb..

Then there would be singing in the streets..laughter and joy in the world's wake.

A crisis averted… saved from burden and a lifetime of pain.

A leech to a better world… a harbinger of sorrow to the strong.

I bring shame to his name… and a curse to whom I was born.

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

Nicely written, it's well piece.