Whispers of End

Disgrace.

Pathetic.

Nothing.

Failure.

Failure.

Failure.

The only voices I have left that still talk to me. 

Looking back on the things I did and thought I could do differently.

Be a supportive friend.

Be the perfect son. 

Be an academic charlatan.

I've spent twin decades of life with nothing to show for it. 

"Why didn't I let myself go in that empty classroom those years ago?"

Was it hope my end would change? Was it fear of not seeing the end? 

No.

I realise now the end is just the end. 

It cannot be changed and it cannot be escaped from. 

Only that it is coming. 

So what I do expect now? 

My end to arrive soon?

To be the accomplished world some wait for and live the rest of their days in prosperity.

Or

The expected destination where most are escorted to after effort is set to rest. 

I failed the people who were meant to serve a great purpose to us all by not letting them discover their purpose on their own accord.

I failed my parents who were to reap their rewards by not living to standard capabilities. 

I failed to realise my gurantor to the end—

Has been me. 

There isn't much time left for me.

To whoever reads this, let's hope that our end is what we expected. 

In the dreamful one—

Or the destined one.