Our Failings

Words have a habit of failing you

Just when you need them the most

Feelings are obnoxiously outspoken

At times you want to be composed

Regret comes cropping its ugly head

When you think you’ve left it behind

Nostalgia takes a turn for the worse

Even when the future looks kind

Hindsight comes a poor second

Just as the worst is over

Relief hits you like a rolling wave

And immediately runs for cover

Hate is a fickle friend

You never know when it will turn

Love is the sworn enemy

For those who pray for it and burn

Within you they exist

Without them, you’re dead A

And since you won’t ever leave them alone

You insist on taking them to bed