The Fallen Star
He considered the others dim wits
At best he thought of them as lazy
Was he not a celebrity of many hits
On stage they screamed his name
The frenzy was ecstatically craved
He was hooked on to their worship
He walked the slippery path of drugs
A frequent guest of the rehab center
He was eventually staring at insanity
He slit his wrist with a sharp razor
His life webbed away with regrets
The papers wrote the king is dead
#luis 2017
Copyright © Lewis Nyaga | Year Posted 2017
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