Surrogate Biographer

You sighed,

I could smell your breath,
it wreaks of failure.

The failure of not even trying.
Of giving up before you’ve even started.

You aren’t fooling anyone,
maybe yourself.

You’re as blank as your collection of empty journals.

You pretend to work on your “Thank Yous” and Acknowledgements
but you can’t even navigate the Table of Contents.

Your inkwell has run dry.