Grief of Failure

The sorrow inside gradually pulls with it

     the pretentious smile giving me strength.

 

Down to the fires of Hades,

     the slightest hope kept vanished.

 

This excruciating pain locked me

     into the den of eternal grief.

 

Imprisoned in this maze of self-pity,

     I wandered endlessly and started to shrink.

 

WHO IS TO BLAME?