Battlefield Poem by Daniel Parker

The bitter taste of failure, my goal, it seems, unreached,
The final hurdle trips me, sees me fall,
The message that I lived for, the values that I preached,
They failed me, they did not heed my call,

A painful disposition, I sit and think, alone,
I wallow in the pity of my dreams,
I sit, and only wonder, if I'll reach the dark unknown,
Or will my life just tear right a the seams?

The tears that yet have fallen, I wipe them from my brow,
And with them all my hopes begin to fade,
Remenisions of the past times, when I made the solemn vow,
The same old memory in my head, replayed,

I know I let you down that day, it never leaves my head,
A error that will haunt me to the grave,
Because of me, no breath, you're dead,
Of life I never wanted to deprave.