In shadows deep, my private Hell resides,

Where whispers echo, where hope subsides.

A haunting realm of doubts and endless strife,

Where failing dreams consume the threads of life.

Within this void, the weight of expectations lay,

A heavy burden I bear, day after day.

The specter of failure, a relentless foe,

Condemning my spirit, dealing each blow.

In this abyss, where darkness seeps and creeps,

Regret's bitter taste forever lingers and keeps.

Each stumble, each stumble, etched upon my soul,

A constant reminder of the price I pay, the toll.

But amidst this torment, a glimmer shines,

A flicker of strength, a hope that intertwines.

For failure's embrace, though painful and harsh,

Can kindle resilience, ignite a new spark.

I'll rise from these depths, with newfound might,

Embracing the darkness, transforming the plight.

For even in failure, there's wisdom to glean,

Lessons to learn, and a chance to redeem.

So let my private Hell be a battleground,

Where resilience and perseverance are found.

For from the ashes of failure, I shall rise,

Stronger, wiser, with purpose that defies.

And as I journey through life's winding maze,

I'll face each challenge, unyielding in my ways.

For my private Hell, though daunting and tough,

Shall shape my spirit, and that is enough.