Failure

~T W Pinkal

We seem to be having an innocent time

unexpectedly things begin to change

one ruthless comment slips, followed by anoter

the cold words peirce my skin

what being could inflict such brutality

anger and jealousy explodes through my veins

anger converts to pain

jealousy to suffering

I have failed, once again

I sit alone to conceal the tears of sadness that consume me

I slowly replay the cruel words through my mind

pain and suffering turns to realization

as I now understand the moral

for it is not I who have failed

Failure belongs to the one who cast the stone.