I tried and I failed.
I wanted to become.
It was in the stars,
etched into the chromosomes
of my creation, destined;
expectations, anticipations.
It is a cruel, icy wind that
cuts through the fabric of hope,
exposing sinew and bone,
leaving nothing but a whimper
and a sigh.
I tried to become all that I
wanted to be and now all
that remains is what I am.
Must I be contented with that?
Shall I become the best that
I am? Am I to strive for the
pinnacle of this?
There is a dagger of disappointment
buried deep in my heart. Tell me,
why does no blood drip from
the wound? I tried. I tried and
I failed. A footnote to what
might have been, a thought in
a mindless moment of time.
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Offline) - Published: August 5th, 2022 23:23
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We've all been there and felt such things. Eloquently penned here my friend.
"A footnote to what
might have been, a thought in
a mindless moment of time." Nicely finished. Reminded me a bit of something I might write. For what that's worth. The poem excelled at eloquently expressing your feeling. Thanks for sharing.
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