I have tried
I have given up
My throat dried
Where there was no tap
My ego cried
Betwixt soul and body was a rift-like gap
Nothing my rising implied
Was down; away from the last lap
Giving in; not an option
Had to succumb
Like does to knife little lamb
Had no victory portion
So judge me not
Mine was broken – pot
Failing left me dumb
Failure left me numb
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