there is
no worse sadness
than in laying
your soul bare
and being
wished well
in your future
endeavors

a simple rejection
my words
were found lacking
my meager skills
not up to the task

yet i feel the sting
carve furrows
through my very being
and i know that
i poured my everything
into shaping something
worth nothing
and it was the last
dream i had
and i clung so tightly
as it crumbled
in my grasp

i am
an immaterial witness
to my own failure
lesser than
personified
and expected
nothing more