How Rude

Success in my hand The power and the glory On top of the world I am invincible; me The little ones left by the wayside without care I take what I want and to hell with their despair for my life is mine and I do not care for them they raised me up high and now there's no need of them. their pitiful cries as they ask for my help; no they are beneath me I'm on top of my game; go they should work harder for I have attained it all their jealous actions they can't wait to see me fall And fall I did for... I discarded my support there was no one left to encourage through nought I was abandoned and fury; my demeanour for once I had all but my loss is now keener struggling to rise up cannot bear to look, to start reclusive I am the world I knew fell apart avoiding my life as I sit in the darkness squandering choices hiding from my own smartness and do nothing but nothing for that catharsis depression my friend the filth it stacks up; a mess I cannot clean it the will has left, I have stress no need to arise There is no appointment set lay here, die in shame for a prouder time frames bet energised to sloth I have become the mundane through lust; greed attained I kept it all, unshared, vain And wallow in self My shame defined - reality To those I have hurt discarded and used, malady I need you all now If only you'd forgive me but here I sit; spent I'm denied all connections and life passes by alone. 25/10/2018 - Edward Ibeh