Poor Anna

For fleeting fame, a chance to shine Her need for love and acceptance overwhelming. Casting out all values and decorum Her thoughts focused on only the prize she seeks For fortune and celebrity outweigh the moral dilemma Her sense of propriety and self-respect clouded As she chases wealth and jewels and raiment’s of gold This gilded beauty seeks the flash of celebrity with her gleaming smile Unaware or oblivious to the emptiness of her chosen existence The love so superficial…the acceptance a façade Yet a growing void within, unfilled and gnawing at her soul, She fails to understand, consumed with superficial desires…so many detractors Instead, reaching still for her star, the mores of society cast aside Ambition soon replaced with desperation as the pillars fall one by one Surrounding herself with the leaches that prey upon the weak Believing their lies, slipping further into the abyss of a lost soul Clinging to the fleeting relief of drugs and salacious acts Until the naïve young woman who once existed slips beyond salvation Ambition and determination replaced with a need for instant gratification Needing something to ease the agonizing pain of what she has created But a loss so profound pushes her beyond coping with the anguish Not even a true and genuine new love would be enough to heal For her wounds are deep and many, and not one loves enough to see Her end is in sight; as such tragedies have befallen the iconic fatales before her Fleeting and elusive the adoration she craves…And no one hears; no one sees While alone in a strange city and hotel room, her flame flickers and tragically dies As her legend quickly becomes greater than her life had ever been Will she revel in her place in history? Or is she simply gone; destroyed by us all.