Poetic Failure

Then what is success?
The negation of failure?

Is failure daring to dream and not succeeding?
Is failure learning to live while not living?
Is failure rolling over and keeping sleeping?
Is failure waiting while doing is needing?

Is failure what I am?

Is failure hesitating to select an option?
Is failure missing the bus and crying?
Is failure torture in solitution?
Is failure unsubscribing?
Is failure painting with the numbers?
Is failure laughing out loud alone?

Is failure a smile that never found a home?

Is failure living by equations?
Is failure passing up a life of love?
Is failure harsh and never naturing?
Is failure a teacher with a club?
Is failure scratchy unforgiving?
Is failure something stiff like that?

Is failure the absence of a hit count?
Or the dust on college text books?
Is failure the broken ankle in a leg race?
Or is it the neck bones in a neck brace?

Is failure the thing that hurts me?
Or is it a measuring stick.
That I can not live up to.
A subconscience articul-ite. 

A means to beat myself down.
Or pour fire on thy soul.
A thing I can not escape from.
An enemy, a troll.

And I shall stand again.
To take the serious blows.
As the world enjoys a reminder
to try to make me fold.

Am I a failure?

If I...

   Keep...
       ....Coming...  

                 ....Back.