Transgression

	So much pressure around me.
	Become a shadow of whom I wish I'd be.
	Part of what remained inside, now feels lost.
	A vision entrapped in pain.
	A face without expression, relentless and remorseful.
	Blaming all but himself for falling in despair.
	I decided to turn my back.
	Try a different approach.
	Since everything that's touched is bound to turn to dust.
	Recommend no further trial.
	Not a glimpse of should have been.
	Only the promised years to come,
	and with that my transgression will come to an end.
	So little movement within me.
	A shadow I've become.
	Fall out, now all is lost.
	It's clear I'm incomplete.
	A face portraits depression , emotionless but thankful features that show:
	when one loses, there is everything to gain.
	Free fall!
	Failure above me circulates!
	Dented pride encouraged and my broken spirit leads the way.
	Deterred comprehension.
	I tend to give up more and more each day.