Fault

Sometimes it doesn't turn out

not exactly how you want it

you thought you were fine

and you were for some time

but it's never quite perfect. . .

Is it?

Every so often time goes by slowly;

dragging your feet 

ever so slightly.

The good went by swiftly

And the worse slumps on your front door

Not leaving or moving an inch.

But you drag it inside.

It hasn't left

it will remain.

For quite some time.