Failure is a mortgage that never can be repaid.

In the end,

nothing really matters

except for the mistakes

and petty weaknesses

brought to surface

by exhaustion or dismay.
 

What is done is done,

payment is forever

without exception.

No excuse is good enough,

no nonjudgmental stance

acts as shield

from the judgments

of the never judged.
 

No forgiveness is forgiven,

no supporting stand

for those that fail or fall

is left unpunished

by abandonment,

or remembered

when the gavel falls.
 

What is sown is reaped

regardless of intent,

no fertile compost

will bring nourishment

to soil razed

in accidental flame.
 

No supporting act

will be repaid

in currency or kind,

the wheel turns around

with cold vengeance

ready to annihilate.

No escape is possible

from the bonds of history.
 

No price or premium

insures against the past,

no payment is enough

to allay a liquidation

earned by failure.

Casey Mack (2009)

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  • martinpm on Oct 30, 2009

    Nice poem, enjoyed reading it.

  • raman13 on Oct 30, 2009

    excellent

  • papaleng on Oct 30, 2009

    True indeed, Very powerful write.

  • N. Lloyd Andrews on Oct 30, 2009

    Stark. Bleak. Reality.

  • Roberta J. Morrison on Oct 30, 2009

    I can relate. Some days it can feel like everything comes crashing down on your head, and those are tough days, indeed. Very well written, and very moving, Casey.

  • Sourav on Oct 30, 2009

    Nice write!

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