Failure still clings to me
Brings me
Downtrodden
By a deluge of self-pity
Patterns am sodden
Like just when I’ve nearly
Transcended the summit
I slip and instead
Into rock bottom
Plummet
Come climbing again
Under breath
Mutter curses
The boulder I roll up the *****
Is these verses
Reversals of fortune
Are my second nature
Ingratiated
To the ill omen stranger  
Familiar has it become
Plotting
And scheming
Untimely demises
Of childish dreaming
Refusing to let me
Succeed,
Persevere
I fear all I will ever
Amount to
Is clear
Just a good for not
Spot
On forgotten,
Unknown,
Unfulfilled,
Unaccomplished,
And dying alone