Now that you reached the top <br />don't look down, it's quite the drop <br />How can you steady your feet <br />when all is won, none left to defeat <br />and your wisdom becomes unclear <br />as panic cements your fear <br />was it worth the fight after all <br />to burn and lose your one soul <br />like a moth to the light <br />dead set on its fight <br />now as you look up <br />with bitterness filling your cup <br />and so called friends who held your rope <br />on your way up to blazing hope <br />hiding nowhere to be found <br />moving on to fresher ground <br />since your flame nears its end <br />like vanity on the mend <br />lesson too late to learn <br />A modest soul does not burn <br />it's your heavy head instead in the cloud <br />like a single ant amongst the crowd <br />crushed suddenly in its tracks <br />a fizzle end to your lofty climax<br /><br />Leaking Pen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-modest-soul-2/
