Thread: Celebrating my first big failure......

It stains every aspect of one's life.
Like menstrual blood - it is respected and loathed simultaneously...
It transformed one from a girl into a woman.Bright red from the murdered corpse of life.-
Ugly stench of the failure that lingers on throughout the mind....
It stains one's life time and again - everyday.....
Every single day...
Where do i get this blemished cloth of life washed from?
Is God promising a better future or preparing one for something worse?

I... don't get it. Sorry.

It would've been better if you had used proper capitalization. Beyond that, I don't understand it and it seems to be rather cliche angst poetry. I'm sorry if you were going for something deeper but I can't really see much.

Of course, this is just one person's opinion - take it for what it's worth.

Welcome to the forum, but I would ask you to post in the correct forum. This does not belong in non-fiction. I would be more than happy to comment on it in the right place.