failure

To try and try and yet come up short,

to hang my head

while giving report,

not able to make anything right

turns brightest day to darkest night.

Amidst thoughts of strength to find myself weak

brings a gut-wrenching pain of which my heart cannot speak.

Failure has never been part of my plan.

I curse times I don’t,

when I know that I can.

My standard,

my goal,

my hope is perfection,

yet I am met with regret,

rebuke and rejection.

Failure is a companion

I have grown to despise,

its taunts and its laughs are not found in your eyes.