NaPo 2016, Day 14

Well, I’m failing at life.

I just cannot do right.

It’s a meaningless fight

I should never have tried–

I was never too bright;

Not as sharp as this knife.

It’s the end of my ride,

And it’s time to step off.

I was good for a laugh,

But my jokes have gone sour

And I can’t life with half

Of a heart here inside.

That’s the tale of my hour.

It was too long, by far

I’ll leave things where they are,

Clear away all my mess.

I’ll become a faint star

You can wish on tonight

Just before you drift off–

And I pray it comes true

As I take leave of you…

And please, let me confess

I shall miss you with all of my power.