Failure

It always seems to come to that point
where success never comes to the boiling point
and failure answers every knock at my door
is there a point to all this anymore?

I reach out and try and try
only to fall time and time again
It feels like every time I jump to grab the rope
it ends up further and further away.

I often wonder perhaps if I keep trying I might succeed
but even a fool would see that there is no point.
To keep trying and expect something different is insanity
so I'll keep climbing only to fall again.

Perhaps eventually I'll hit the point
where the line between life and death becomes more clear
and I'll surmise the point of all these things mean only one thing
to keep living in suffering or find the door to take me off to heavens embrace.