A Bitter Thing
Failure
Is such a bitter thing
It gnaws at the soul
tears flesh from flesh
The bite of wind with icy teeth
cutting deep into an unarmed cheek
Burns like coals
flaming beneath naked feet
Crying out blindly
in their raw defeat
Flail, fight, do what they may
But it inevitably awakens
like the blooming of day
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