Failure is not kind,
there is no soft landing,
only a pillow covering your face
and cutting off your wind pipe,
till you feel you are done,
for once,
but you're not.
The pillow comes off your face
just before you admit defeat,
and you push forwards,
even if you have no will left inside you.
If you fail again,
you move on,
never learning that,
failure is kind.