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