MEINE ANOTHER STORY

It is called 'A Failure's Truth'

A Failure's Truth by Jack Monaghan

What's the point in going on,
Were it not for my loved ones I would surely be gone.

Masked behind a brave young face,
To disguise the fact that I hate this place.

Great uncertainty awaits ahead,
Exacerbated now that I am filled with dread.

What shall now ease my situation,
My fear, despair and trepidation?

Many a folk I have wittingly goosed,
Knowing the chickens may come home to roost.

Indeed I feel guilty for having misled;
For giving false hope within what I have said.

My loved ones the most of whom I feel I have failed,
Their faith in me no doubt greatly curtailed.

Greater still I have failed myself,
My future now vague, planked upon a shelf.

Befuddled I am at this self-inflicted plight,
Feeling as a drifter does vanishing into the night.

Now slumbering in a dwindling state,
Do I dare sell my soul and seal my fate?

Assuredly not, though a fool I may be,
Thou shalt never take my spirit from me.

To the Holy Father amidst the heavenly realms,
Of whose begotten Son sits to the right of His helm:

'What is thy will?' I ask of Ye,
'Where is the future I seek, the one lavished with glee?'

'Will You consider these heartfelt words,
Wherein my desolation is stationed and my prospects blurred?'

Regardless, I tell You, I shall linger on,
Never disregarding those I have outshone.

For now it is I who am the failure and the effete;
I who must be willing to concede defeat.

'A wasted potential' they will utter and repeat,
Though no right they have for they do not sit in my seat.

Yet I do not blame them for believing such a thing,
Because that is the truth, and the truth shall sting.

I hope you can patient with all condition with God Jack (^_^).....

Regards

Regina Priscilla