I FAILED YOU (needs work)

As I'm walking home,

I can hear the violins in my head singing again.

The tremolo is so immaculate,

that surely there are fine fingers weaving the tune.

But all I know is that I'm walking home in the dark, alone.

And of course it's my fault that I'm walking alone.

I've spent the last few years absorbed in my work,

when I should have spent the last few years with you.

So now as I walk the streets, I walk alone.

The cold wind blows harshly, pulling at my clothes,

and my thin T-shirt whispers "imbecile, imbecile"

with every flap in the wind.

My lips are pulled back like a rabid lunatic,

but it is sheerly the leer of a man filled with bitterness.

A man filled with hate and regrets

for himself and his past.

A man who has made the wrong decisions.

I failed you.

The haunted rain falls upon me.

It splatters my face with unpleasantly cold water,

matting my hair into a cold shell upon my head,

plastering my cold clothes to my shivering body

and leaving me quivering to the bones.

I fall to my knees and weep

while inside me a warrior screams,

for both he and I are one and the same...

and have failed you.

And now my insides are reduced to screaming

while my outsides are reduced to weeping

and the stoic me that was me, is no more.

For I have failed you.

And that is all that matters.

That I have failed you.

And in failing you, I have failed myself.

But the point is, that I failed you.