Missed Chance

I thought I failed. I sat and wondered if it were the end I was staring at. In my hand I held pieces of life, between my fingers. I couldn’t see the meaning to it all. I cried for my lost, I saw nothing that I gained. I closed my eyes and tried to grab strength, but I was stunned by weakness. I thought I’d get up, because lying down made it worst. When I stood up, I fell back down. Fatigue from life’s anguish, I crawled to the corner of the room. I tried to find the corner, I blinked, and I couldn’t see. Blinded by the hurdles that blocked my destination. I held no switch to control it all. I had no control of what was happening. I couldn’t stop all these thoughts. My failure kept repeating itself. Sleep was unachievable, eating was undesirable. I whelped for its passing, for its non existence. The pain that came with it was unbearable. I sobbed for the death of the chance, and hollered for the chance to become reality. Stunned,here in this position again. Mourning…

How does it work?

So here I am, patiently waiting all day here at jury duty. I've occupied myself enough, and now I'm bored. So why not start a blog. Plus, the woman sitting next to me, must of eaten something bad, because her stomach sounds like thunder rumbling. So I guess this is my first, post. I feel inspired everyday, which I express through writing. My blog will be 100% me. Feel free to leave comments.

Peace And Love