Failures

If I sit to recount my failures

Day might pass

And night may fall

Still I won't have narrated it all

The book of my regret's is not verbose

But has vibrancy

That I have not posed

But is actual

For failures are factual

I need to embrace these scars

Perhaps they crave to be prostated

For hours, by my helplessness

A silent chaos has penetrated

To the deepest of my soul

All this bruised my life

From alpha to omega, complete, whole!