I also live in the sadness of my own failure to be
And my unholy words darken the feelings of others
A fool goes on and on in his folly
Until he cannot-
One day soon
The sky itself will not have to forgive me
For I will not be here
To clutter the clouds
With my own inane and insane complaints
About not being
Who I would have been,
And will never be.
Topic(s) of this poem: failure, life, sadness, writing
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