February 1, 2018 · 7:00 PM
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failure

she sits quietly, motionless

willing her mind to stop turning

if only she could manage to become emotionless

maybe her stomach would stop churning

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she was tired of the bile taste of failure

but was afraid it would be her last meal

she knew she was her only jailer

yet she just couldn’t learn not to feel

~Melanie Thomason

2018

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2 responses to “failure”

  1. hitandrun1964
    February 2, 2018 at 1:23 AM

    So glad to see you. Great poem.

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