by Farai Negomo

Created on: September 16, 2010

Failing

I’m digging my own grave,

With my bare hands.

My life I’m trying to save,

I’m failed by my own actions.

Let this be my epitaph,

Lest, I ever lay in it.

Joy and sorrow in harmony,

When my soul departs my heart.

“Eureka” my soul will sound,

In a new place far below.

Beneath the earth’s stretch of ground.

Far from the sky’s glow,

My hands are sore and bruised,

In my heart the devil preys.

Dreams and hopes are shuttered,

By my dissolute ways.

My life I will rekindle,

With success I will rest.

I shall not be feeble,

Till I reach my level best.

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