On Top Of The World - Poem by Joshua Wyatt
The joys of success.
The feeling that you are on top of the world.
The warmth never seems to end.
Past failures seem to be irrelevant.
That is until you fall.
You fall from that throne.
Fear begins to envolope you.
Fear of not knowing when it ends,
and wondering if you can get up when it does.
The chains of failure.
The feeling that they will never be broken
The happy moments are looked at as just dream.
Success was never really achieved.
Staying on top forever is just a fantasy.
Laying in the darkness forever is a choice
To escape the darkness I ask myself one question.
Is the depths of my failure greater the the heights of my success?
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