The Success Ceased

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
The poem deals with the feelings of a person who had loreals in past but is now victim of despair of failure.

Submitted: April 17, 2015

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The Success Ceased

 

Such a life....I'm living such a life.
Pity myself and adorn with tears,
My visage hosts the vanity, all I can't bear.
I fall down and again too very low,
As if it's the fault of destiny 'You reap as you sow'.
I'm no more the limelight and diginity and proud,
Too oblivion and ambush, I'm in the crowd.
Every fall forces me to try again, the eternity guides me to rise again,
But so sorry to confess, I can't because I don't try in 'vain'.
Had I been so worse and so lowly and failure,
A king thrown away from his crown in his tenure.
Nothing but darkness and tears are left inside this hollow being,
I am not living- no qualities but a faulty, vanity thing.

I crticise myself and 'beautify' my poems with tearly pearl,
I shrink back in fear, to clutch myself and my feelings curl.
Yes....I feel I am made to break.
But sorry to say,
To break me it's the weapon I take.
One step, I take to reach the sky,
But the second step, pulls me down from the high.

O Lord! Failing and ushering tears has become my habit,
Cause now I am so deadly accustomed to the success ceased....


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