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This poem describes the feelings I had when I performed horribly on my final. |
To what pleasure do I owe the company? O Sadness, Anger and Disdain. Aren’t my past failures enough penance? To satiate these stubborn tenants, Who refuse to leave the home of my Existence, O Sadness, Anger and Disdain. Have you not tortured my soul enough? Feeding on the nourishment that gives me hope, Ransacking happiness and now I’m broke, O Sadness, Anger and Disdain. This Course that I share with promising Time, Was meant to halt my decline, The soil nurturing my talents with shine, Now these talents struggle beneath the garbage and grime. O Sadness, Anger and Disdain, I hear your cries from beyond the plains, “Who should you blame?” Yet there is no blame here to claim, I will carry this failure as a mark of shame, O Sadness, Anger and Disdain. Maybe I was comfortable, Beside the brook, Forgetting that I had piranhas devouring my foot, Deception for Success I must have mistook, And like a fool, I jumped but did not look, O Sadness, Anger and Disdain. However, unlike the mutt, I am not chained, And Success, Happiness and Promise, I can still claim, I will fight on, To and through the misery and the pain, In hope of a brighter day. Goodbye Sadness, Anger and Disdain. |