My Strength is My Failure

Come, hear the severity of my plight,

One that no other writer can rival

My words, my only means of survival,

Betray me and lead to my greatest fright

For others can adorn their heart’s delight

Yet my own tools fail, a constant cycle

For soon they become blunted and idle,

For how can the sightless describe starlight.

Is it not the cruellest of ironies,

That the one who can never hear my song

Is the only one I want to sing for,

Is it not the cruellest of ironies,

That what countless others say makes me strong,

Will be my greatest curse forevermore.