I’d spent my life in search of fame 

Craving accolade renown

Daring novelty risk aflame

I garnered the audacious crown


From this teetering lofty height

Wobbling there looking down

I saw my sad self far below 

Crushed by the weight of accolade 


Chained to a past to my horror 

Empty of love or its warming fire

Having striven for the rabble’s roar 

Rather than my heart’s desire.

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-03-17 at 15:58

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
I liked the imagery of wobbling on the lofty height; it gave me the acute sense of the persons emptiness when looking down.
A damn good poem!