My Poetry

Fallen Might

Outspoken wretch! Your speech is reminiscent
Of power and might, but verily, you are transparent.
You are a faded shout, in true volume remiss;
Your force is a memory, and only in thought exists.

It’s true that your words once did hold great sway,
So your former enthralled audience would say.
Kings would kneel, and emperors obey
As your tongue would dance and your mind play.

But now you are as a shadow, flimsy imitation,
Your words possess no substance, you’ve lost imagination.
Do you remember how your speech shook whole nations?
How you spoke such words as to shape generations?

Ah, but that is the way of all flesh, is it not?
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we die and rot.
The higher up you climb, the farther you’ll fall,
How enormous the shadow of one so tall.

To see you now, few, if any, could imagine
That your eyes once burned, on fire within.
None even notice you, wasted fool, in this skin.
As you fade, can you hear the nails in your coffin?