Doomed to Fail

I am left hopeless; doomed to fail before I try.

Always make a mess and then left to wonder why.

I cannot impress the weight of each small sigh.

That I try to dress well is my feeble, sad cry.

 

Everything is torn between two: my naïve heart

and my wiser mind.

The battle has this soul worn and shredded apart.

I wish love were kind.

Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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