Faliure
Falling, falling.
Pits of despair.
Further falling.
Failure’s dark lair.
From tall towers,
Thou has now slipped.
From ivory halls,
Thou has been stripped.
Darkest dungeon,
Of lowest vault.
Imprisoned here
For single fault.
Endless abyss, cold,
Consumes thy zeal.
Deep painful wounds,
Unable to heal.
From the bottom,
Looking ever up,
Thou reside in,
An empty cup.
Eternity,
It trickles by.
Seconds refuse,
Hours won't reply.
In this bleak world,
ambition lost.
Thou can now see,
Failure's dear cost.
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