Broken Man
What goes up
Must One day fall
A man with no hope
A man on a path of destruction
A man who caused his own demise
A sorry sight is he who has fallen
Off his selfish pedestal
And landed on his face
Now broken and dejected
He is a man with no way out
Of his burdensome life
A broken man who lost all
He selfishly acquired
He now stands alone
Abandoned by all who were once held dear
He is a man on his knees
Forced to be a supplicant
Now that karma has boomeranged
He takes this bitter pill reluctantly
Never acknowledging his central role
In his own downfall
He spews hollow venom
Lambasting the imaginary causes
That humbled him
The money and friends he cherished
Have all fled
The symbols of success wantonly amassed
Are but useless baubles
With No Intrinsic value
And Are Unable to purchase his soul
From the pawnshop of hell
He is left to ponder
Who he is now
His soul has been laid bare
To reach this point
Was a short journey from the high of over -surviving
To the depths of reeking despair
The king of his hill he was
Thoughts of tomorrow were always kept at bay
Today was all it was supposed to be
Patiently awaiting his next chance for sweet misery
He lives a life of self-interested regret
His fix of hell a pill no one
Will prevent him swallowing
Live a good life
For one day all your worth
Will be put to test
Life might be better for the humblest
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