Vertigo
I was sober when I was feeble.
I had flaws and knew it too.
A taste of higher ranks was enchanting to me.
The glamour, the pride was just so cool
In reality, I looked grounded
When a whiff of success touched me low.
I tried to be the same old guy,
Who never had seen affluence before!
It started as a senseless influence.
Behold! It had corrupted my soul.
Before I knew the way to crawl
I ran towards fire as if it was cold.
I rest on the thorny bed of rocks,
And I sleep not till the pill goes in.
If I had something which could make me rest,
I would give this chaotic world to him!
Exhumed in pride and unhampered by travesty,
I travel alongside the faceless men.
The debt of success is not repayable.
A slow decay into indistinguishable remnants.
The vertigo of my rise is uncharacteristic.
It feels as If I am buried into layers of grime.
A lesson to remember you all must wonder,
I will unabashedly smirk when it is your time!
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