How it feels to be a continued failure

I walked in circles, these chains binding me to this room. Every step, a sin, but stillness the greater crime. Sinning, searching for the door, searching for the key, dragging these bloody feet through the grime and rusted dust.

Looking up to the judge, waiting for bail, waiting for a respite. But all I see is a reflection of my hollow smile, hollow love and bitter acceptance. Blind to the pain of the one behind that one-way glass, watching me fail harder and harder as I serve my sentence.