The Precipice Of Failure
I stood on the precipice of failure;
looking out upon the abyss;
I cannot imagine death’s allure;
thinking of all that I’d miss.
In the midst of despair; I became excited;
had death become my friend;
for it was clear I was being invited;
my very existence to end.
Within me, I beheld opposing voices;
urging me what to do next;
between separate entities choices;
was failure just my pretext?
I sensed a demon residing inside;
cheering and leading me on;
while his opponent simply cried;
“You will be missed when gone.”
I’d been thinking of three people;
just me; myself; and I;
I’d ignored the impact of such evil;
causing loved ones to cry.
Failure and death are both the same;
claiming we’re not good enough;
the evil of pride is the one to blame;
our pride makes us give up.
I remained on the precipice all night;
looking down; a tear in each eye;
faith spoke from the kingdom of light:
“It’s only pride that must die.”
Monty 9/10/24. # 2,333