She was addicted
to a dangerous drug;
she could not live without
passionate praise.
She loved the attention
given to those few.
she held it in her hand
and never let it go.
She relished in the spotlight,
that hot bright gaze.
she locked on with feverish eyes,
the only thing she coveted.
She did it all for
one thing only, because
she was addicted,
addicted to praise.
She saw years fly by,
and it all stayed the same.
she was always on a high,
riding the wave of compliments.
She never realized how much
was left behind
she sacrificed herself-
her individuality and personality.
HE came one dark day
riding on the same wave,
he lived for glory
and rolled in gold.
He came with daggers
and cut apart the tapestry.
he held the rod
and melt the metal.
He tore it all away,
burned it cold.
he ripped our her heart
and threw it upon the floor.
And so the torch was passed.
various cycles of life.
Beware into which clans you fall,
for ultimately... changes come. |
Submission Name: addicted to praise
Kidding, I don't want to know how horrible you think I am.