War with myself


I was stood at the midway of my life,
my kins was with me but still I was alone.
Failure was pricking inside my heart as a knife,
giving me mental discomfort and fear.
I was trying to fight against failure,
but was surrounded by chains of disappointment.
And the path was full of dreadfulness,
huge mountains of negativity were blocking the path.
There was struggle between hope and disappointment,
eventfully hope won and taught me a lesson.
That failure is a teacher,
and I am the learner,
Let me learn,
as it is my turn.

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