I've tried - so many times,
so many countless times,
so many relentless times.
. . . to become nothing.
My first step is always
my next. The last.
My resolve is stripped
by the cold, waking light
of morning. frozen morning iris,
scourging courage. and my courage -
becomes something of a
charcoal. Black, brittle, burning
in my heart - where my failure
runs.
Oct 11, 2025
Oct 11, 2025 at 2:43 AM UTC
I've tried - so many times,
so many countless times,
so many relentless times.
. . . to become nothing.
My first step is always
my next. The last.
My resolve is stripped
by the cold, waking light
of morning. frozen morning iris,
scourging courage. and my courage -
becomes something of a
charcoal. Black, brittle, burning
in my heart - where my failure
runs.
