Mental Block

[Eat.think.live.peaceful]

It started with dread and finished with embarrassment.
There was nothing to blame except the scratchy 
sponge resting in my skull. 

Grace was given and exceptions made,
but there it was, the final hour,
and what had been achieved?

The church bells tolled,
one after the other.
The cigarette burned,
down to the stub.  
Time had 
run 
out.

This paints a beautiful picture of that feeling of being "good enough" for a certain set of standards, but still feeling like a failure because you did not live up to your own expectations. I like the imagery used of the cigarette burned to the stub as a symbol of time runnng out.