“Failure weighs on the heart, squandered opportunities suffocate potential”

The slow but sure wears
The deep and anguishing tears,
The feeling of worthlessness,
The grasp of inadequacy.

The deconstruction of the fabric of his person,
Doubt becomes the thread that binds,
Unraveling the seams of self-worth,
In the quiet corners of his mind.

Each fleeting thought, a shadowy veil,
Casting echoes of what you might have been,
The man in a mirror, the reflection so pale,
A stranger’s face where your own once grinned.
We break and shatter, ...