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Jun 2019
If I fail, then there's no bail from my jail,
Only a one way sail to a desolate trail.
Emerged in the ground like a worm hiding from a bird,
Like the prodigal son, so far from his herd.

If I fail, I might just stop and stop thinking,
Staring at the sky, with tears in my eyes and just blinking.
Imagining what went wrong and how can it be reversed,
Or is this it and I'm done for, left to suffer and cursed.

If I fail will they abandon me and go away,
Will they seek interest in someone or something else so to say.
Or would they bare my pain and be by my side through it all,
And comfort me whether the sun shines or the rain falls.

If I fail, what can I possibly do next,
I won't bother to talk or bother to act, and I'll just look hexed.
Pleasure and fun would no longer be in my mind,
Nor listening to music, or talking to friends in my free time.

If I fail, what sense does it make,
Was it to help find out who's real and who's fake.
But it won't matter, because when I get up I know,
To stay close to those who came to give their love and their support really show.

If I fail, everyone will lose faith in me,
Well besides God and the ones who claim that their hands are free.
But I'll remember the starting of it all and the vision I had,
When I was little and lacked knowledge as a lad.

If I fail, I fail for a reason,
Because every fruit grows and falls off its tree in every due season.
So I will get up and try harder with faith,
Because no man can help me, and only God is great.

If I fail, I will gain wisdom, knowledge and understanding,
Of what it takes to stay afloat and stay standing.
I'll know who's for me and stay true to them always,
And I'll do anything in life to ensure they are lifted and praised.

So if I fail, then there's no bail from my jail,
Only a one way sail to a desolate trail.
Emerged in the ground like a worm hiding from a bird,
Like the prodigal son, so far from his herd.
But that prodigal son did learn and returned to his nest,
And was accepted by the ones who supported and had faith in him even when he disobeyed and left them in distress.
Zion Jameel Nicholai Samuel
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Zion Jameel Nicholai Samuel  24/M/Enslaved abyss
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