THE PROPHECY OF FAILURE.

Ridicule my heart

If you want to

Tear me apart

If you’ve got to.

The prophecy of failure

Rears its ugly head

It becomes a neighbour

Knocking at my bed.

All alone without

It’s the usual

Talking to my doubt

Who calls me fool.

Trying to let it go

And going nowhere

Moving far too slow

Move to despair.