A Samurais’ Failure

Living in poverty all my life has took a toll on my ability to show any joy about life. Joy comes to give us hope, but for myself, it’s more like distracting mefrom this hell I’m living in. Did I fail you mother, was I Important father, why was I blessed with a wife? Good times came randomly, and they always left, again and again. One thing stayed and kept a consistent presence, its negativity. It drove me crazy, I drowned myself with my liquid counselor. It’s was always there for me, making a blur to what I see. I’ve got to make an atonement for my shortcomings, such a blur. This is what I mean… I’m powerless, I’ve got no strength, and my money is untamed. Everything that I get in possession of, I eventually lose it, What a shame… I’m supposed to be this positive influence, and play the game. But I cry out for help, I even search for it, but get ignored. Who’s to blame... So, for all my mistakes to this moment I accept the Samurai’s Death. Obtaining the sword of judgement, and accepting the responsibility of myfailure As my last words are spoken, One last act, pay back for my existence, this sword I employ. …joy is nothing with pain, Pain has been experienced, now time for my joy.