Failure - Lindenwood

I tried to write about love

Ended up staring at the wall

I tried to write about love

Never wanted any thing more

I tried to write about death

The vague and ominous threat

I learned to write about death

To my surprise it hurt much less

As much as I want to see

My arms are to short to reach

As much as I want to feel

The love is bricked by greyed out memories

Of a life well spent

I tried to chase happiness

Only to find myself swimming in circles

I never stopped until I saw the heavy ripples

That was myself