My friendly Foe

Consumed in the darkness
Of the dreary habit
Of receiving random results
Containing sighs of despair,
Have I yet not lost the hope?
No not yet.
Baking myself in the fiery deluge
Of agonizing marks, 
My vocal vibrates -
"O my friendly foe 'Failure'
Will thou never leave mine side ever?"
The wordings dampen out in the vacant
No reply offered.
None but my rosy anticipations of His leave,
Still lingers on
In my conscious dreams.

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