Failure.

• Antonina Mtanu
• Poetry
• 2010

Its never welcome, but it' always a shadow all day
Everytime one competes, its feeling sends a chill
down the spine, although its sight is a kind of doom
that tortures the soul of a man.

Its feeling grasps one's soul so tight, that it lacks
strength. Why it lingers around is of knowledge, but
its always a sign os step down towards opprtunities
when its shadow is cast.

Isn't it so abrupt? it shifts ones mood so fast that
they are left full of worry and the being vanishes.