Lost Again

Lost Again

Ruin. Failure. Loss. Defeat.
I wish that I was dead.
Or, never had been born at all.
Or was, at least, asleep in bed.

The Will of God, like gravity,
is hard, unbending rules,
which keep the wise well grounded,
but kill off cliff-jumping fools.

Sure, failure's educational;
but, all I've ever known
is utter ruination,
until all hope has flown.

It's fine to learn from failure,
builds character, I guess,
but how my soul cries out to have
just one taste of success!