A Poem About…

The fame

Oh, yes, that fame;

Coveted prize,

a thorned surprise.

An obsession

of self-

destruction.

With wild

eyes,

Behold

The sand of futility

is all you

have

grasped.

It runs,

Mindless

out of reach,

Perhaps

it falls

into the waking

tide

of a beach.

And it ends

to begin

again in

someone

else’s hands.