Failure isn’t an F

Failure feels like the step taken

That sends you over the edge

Slipping toward the green of the trees

Failure feels like waking up

Next to bloodied streets

Pills in the pocket

Without a drop of water to take them

Failure feels like hands around the throat

Eyes burned into the brain

As life slips away

While the lungs turn to ice

Failure feels like looking at an old photo

Guilt for not picking up the phone

Because he was dying and you were gone

You were busy and he was falling

Empty-handed and alone

Failure feels like watching tv

All of the youth dying

The cities burning

The rich thriving

Failure feels like a pen

Repeating instead of correcting

Mistakes of the past

Permanence lasting too long

Failure feels like an empty cup

Some say it's still full of air

But the liquor is gone