Fail
failure.
It lurks throughout the day
clinging, twisting your neck until you can't breath
and once gripped-
there's no chance.
Survival's even rare
and though you ring out the ripples,
the wrinkled lines of guilt-
they stay evident
and pure.
The steak knife rather than the butterknife
jabbing deep into the bread,
in one go.
As the day carries on
all is revealed through the actions,
the words
and the words you don't speak
because failure results in every thought you prevail-
giving you no other choice
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