The Sketch of a Failure’s Life

A storm is sketched as it slowly arises. A sky of blue Returns to From which broken dreams originally came. An artist’s past bears many surprises. Surprising you, You hadn’t a clue That you and I were not the same. Failures are sketched in different sizes. All that I do Until I'm through Will surely dishonor my family's name. Descending into my many demises, Fading into A picture I drew. A failure's sketch for a failure's frame.