Failure
Your chest is heavy,
with lungs of lead.
your hopes and dreams are now all dead.
Your mind is blank
as your heart has sank
Dreams are crushed
hopes are flushed
thoughts are mushed
mind is rushed.
Lungs of lead
bring breaths of dread,
the pounding continues in your head.
the tears swell
you life hell.
The pain is more,
to the tears form your core,
there is no more
to be said.
Copyright © Elissa Quigley | Year Posted 2016
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