Disappointment is never an easy thing to swallow.
I offer a gift to the universe and it is rejected.
Like lightning on a hot summer's day
It is highlighted in all its detail and speared,
Burnt to a crisp in a few careless moments
And I must acknowledge the detritus leftover
As nothing more than a failed attempt.
An honest attempt, a heartfelt attempt,
But a failed one none the less.
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