All my life I've been a failure,
To what victory can I grasp or defer,
Like a rope,
To give me hope?
I have but one great accomplishment,
But all the world seems hell bent,
To show me it as a flaw,
While my heart doubt does gnaw.
Did I make a mistake?
And thus break,
An already worthless jar,
Have I fallen so little, yet so far?
Am I that three legged dog,
Trying so hard to jog,
Along with its brothers,
But cannot, for he is not like the others?
Am I a broken vase,
A shattered disgrace,
Worthless, worn, forgotten,
And never should have been boughten?
Or am I kintsukuroi remade,
As each day I bade,
Myself to begin again,
And try some victory to win.
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