Not ready

Guilt
For all the skills I had
To teach until my fate
Made future come too
Late

And I was not ready
To be such a weight

Didn’t see it coming

Nor the friends going
As I transitioned from
A friend indeed to friend
In need

Leaden with
Responsibility and
Sorrow breathing in
And out with me

How every failure,
Every target unassailed
Is both mine and my
Owns’ to bear

But they were not ready
And now there is catching
Up for them and waves of
Overwhelming uselessness
For me

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