I wrote this poem after I learnt what it was like to fail, repeatedly, yet emerge stronger from it.
Failure is a silent grave
yet the sound is so loud
that eyes follow me everywhere
seeing me fall in the deep black hole
but helping hands are nowhere.
Failure is as silent as a poker game
played during the cold winter.
Freezing my fingers but making my brain run wild.
Failure is a storm
A merciless destruction
But soon forgotten
Like a fading shade in the light blue sky
Revealing the empty vastness of the empty sky
unveiling the empty world
As if nothing ever mattered.
The horror of failure flows through my veins
erupting them when I fall in a deep hole
makes me melt like snow
The feeling of void flows through my body
The void speaks to me in a way no one speaks to me
Failure hurts too much to show
it makes me self-doubt more and more
no matter what I do
no matter how hard I work
forcing me ask…
Am I destined to fail?
Is god experimenting on me
to see what happens if someone fails
To see how much sorrow lays insides my tired heart
which forces me to experience things no one else has?
Failure forces the devil inside to rise and say
I feel lost and alone
Directionless and torn
depressed and ashamed
lost in a black hole
with no one to go to
no one to tell
how badly I am failing
and how deep down inside the ditch
I have fallen.
Finally failed and fallen
yet there is always a rope to climb
endless craving everyday
craving to succeed everyday
doors are endless
there’s always hope
hope makes me work
it forces me to get up
and eventually making me succeed slowly and silently
silencing those who said
dreams are meaningless and dumb.
Written by: Ayesha