The End of Nights

Sometimes I fail.
Sometimes I feel like a failure.
The indefinite article is
important.
Often, I can't see
the way.
Frequently, the way seems
illusory.
But sometimes,
sometimes,
God feels close.
And nothing else really matters.
Sometimes, I don't polish my poems, and
let them be.
As they are.
Fine line between brilliance
and drivel.
I'll walk it happily,
thank you very much.