Why didn’t they choose me?
A door shut against an opportunity.
Another failure recorded.
The sands of time don’t wait. They trickle away slowly but steadily.
The laughter lines fade with each
Alone and lost in the island of dreams. Cold and frost.
With each door that is shut, a resounding mirage.
The lies that dampen even the best of us were it not for the hope that dwells deep within the soul.
Are you neck deep, drowning and desperately wanting to just breathe?
I have been there in the muddy thick of the mess called failure.