Sunday, July 13, 2008

Failure Is A Verb. Or Lack thereof.

Passive detaching has caused her to sway
Her arms are held out but for no one to stay
Rooms have held pity not like this before
Her suffering has caused great weight to the floor
Wood planks split melodiously in rhythm with hearts
The hearts that beat on while hers refuses to start
Characters drawn from the seeds they all sowed
While failure breathes heavy, she's carried life's load.

Don't you stop, I've got all life to spare.
I bore it with planks to my back rome made bare.
My lights can be seen from the lives I've assigned.
My dear, failure's a verb, or a flaw in design.

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