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Opportunity came
And knocked at my door
With a thunderous sound
I couldn't ignore
Or equal in strength
With my quiet reply
That bounced off the walls
Of heaven's black sky
And fell back to me
Trapped on the earth,
Unable to fly
Or summon the words
That paint my frustration
In all of its tears
And blood that I wrought
For one endless year
That never satisfied
The thirst in my throat
Or did justice to
The words that I wrote
On blood-stained pages
In books on the shelf
I hide in plain sight
With secrets I've spelled
Out in plain truth
And delicate blooms
That crack like my heart
And adorn its tomb
While ever in bloom;
They can't seem to die
In the world I formed
Absent of my lies,
Absent of the mask
That shields my dead heart
From the stories I wrote
And can't pull apart.
Opportunity knocks,
But this time I flee
As it stretches its claws
And wraps around me,
And I can't turn away
From its spell-binding gaze.
I'm locked in a trance
I don't want to escape,
'Cause I want what it has
To offer to me,
The bright promises
It says I will see
As my reality
If I give up my soul
To dark-green ambition
And the monster it holds,
And I can't let go,
But I offer my hand
For a touch of the gold,
A glimpse of the land
I'll forever dream
And never realize,
'Cause opportunity
Just never survives;
Though it clings onto me,
And I still don't fight,
It never becomes
More than a light
Alive in my eyes,
My red, ghastly eyes
That believe what they dream
And ignore the signs
Of predestined failure,
Another missed chance
That never could be;
There's never a chance,
Not for a hopeless,
A hopeless like me,
Who'll jump off a cliff
For opportunity
When she knows she'll fall,
And she hits the floor,
Waiting for another
Of life's open doors
For her to fall through
And drown in despair,
Screaming at life,
At how its unfair
And so cruel to her
In all of her dreams
She's bleeding out for,
She's died to achieve.
Opportunity,
It's locked on her throat
And taken all of
Her will to emote.
That's what's left of me
At the end of this day
Where my barriers split,
My cold mind decayed
To nothing but ash
And dark memories,
Shrouded in shadows
Of opportunity.
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Missed opportunities. Often our biggest regrets. We wish we'd taken the chance, got over ourselves, our fears, our worries, our self-doubts. We wish we'd been braver, bolder, wonder how our lives would've changed, where we'd be now. And failed opportunities. Often our most painful memories. We try to forget, ignore, but we can't shake the guilt, the shame. We wish we'd done better, been better, but we weren't. Opportunity got away. It's elusive like that, opportunity. We can chase it, attack it, but we can't make it stay, can't make it work out. Sometimes, it doesn't. And that hurts.
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