Cast into the deep abyss of thy mind


    lies each memory both bad and great.


    Successes and failures of every kind


    creating a feeling of self love and hate.


    These memories come back every night


    Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.??as an honest man’s prison is his pillow.


    We see replays of every loss and fight


    a feed of events I don’t want to follow.


    Each morning I wake with new hope


    and a chance to leave memories behind.


    Create new moments that are really dope


    as my future acts is how I’ll be defined.


    Failure is another necessary part of life


    stop letting it nag you like a crabby wife.