Failure, a haunting spectre, shrouds aspirations in a cloak of desolation. Its touch is cold, its presence suffocating. In the depths of failure, dreams crumble like fragile edifices, leaving behind shards of shattered hope. The wretchedness of failure lies not only in its sting but in its persistence, echoing through the corridors of the mind, whispering doubts and insecurities. Each stumble, each setback, a testament to human frailty and the relentless march of time.
G.P.Thomson
