Falling Flat

I am filled with a lot of blanks

of what could have been and can never become.

While these fingertips are tapping on these small boxed letters

that finally translate these thoughts to written works,

my heart is still aching with wanting to become something

and my mind has circling dreams of my deepest personal longings.

But… oh, there’s always a but!

Triumph has been a foreign word to me.

I have been defeated many times before

Hear them, look for them and search for them!

Go counterclockwise to the hands of time.

The list is endless; you’ll find them magnificent!

Surely, you’ll envy my clear eyes from tears that drove dusts away.

Let me tell you this,

my story is a space

of what could have been

and what can never become.