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A huge monstrous olive tree
not giving shade nor bearing fruits,
existing in pains and disappointments
together with the others, they live
is the exact expression of my grieve.

Too hypocritical in being aggressive
and defeated by the contraceptive of my try
condemn and make me believe
I'm failure's chief executive.

How am I to know
that every attempt completed
is success' eve?

How am I to know
that more failure is effective?

How am I to know
that I ought to be vigilant
and be patient like a detective?

faulting the situation, myself I deceive
and landing in this mess
surely wasn't my motive

I should have been more creative
instead of staying sensitive to my senses
and searching for palliative methods
of scoring my goal.

I shouldn't have used
my cognitive functions this way,
perceiving challenges as dangers
always attentive to the red light
when it is in fact yellow.

Running away,
when the push seems less attractive
and summing up the crash
to be definitive.

For all these years
the agony has been an adhesive
to my soul.

comparative to a privileged bridegroom
who outslept his wedding
to an undeserving bride.
As descriptive as that,
mine is even more corrosive.

Now I pay taxes to sadness
and my regret more lucrative than ever before
as nature chooses my heart
to be the dwelling place of sorrow
keeping my self-ruin well preserved.

I've tried to turn back time
I've tried to apply similar energy
and pretense is now my best talent
but all I get is NOTHING!

I'm only left with wishes
a million times have I made them
and a million times more I'll proclaim them
but they will all stand as cup-bearers
to my constant regrets.
as I forever say........
I wish! Oh I wish!

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