Fortune and Fame

The curse of youth lies in utterly false conviction;

that at the mention of your name

is promised joy;

that the agony will be washed away into a phantom chasm

as you keep the entire world dazzled.

All around you witness the loss of a taste;

your blessing lifts the unknown voices

that chant and praise your name.

All alone as the dark gets blacker,

deeper and longer;

your compassion burns out

along with your last atom of strength. 

You die.

Not as a martyr. Or Hero's death.

A phantom;

no one knows the love in your heart

that has been left.

To rot now. To be eaten. Gone.

They all remember that all of you ...

was just a good show.

Too bad that a showman has abandoned;

souls without purpose;

hearts without warmth;

minds without nobility.

Who will entertain now those;

that slave for a short lived pleasure?

Only another fool,

just another jester.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Logical and wise thoughts in the poetry.
"Only another fool,
just another jester."
Easy to play fool or jester when seeking the wrong things. Thank you Satoshi for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Respect, Coyote.

I appreciate your comment.

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed your work and you are welcome.

[Bear]

The older one gets the better they understand the realities of youth and your poem highlights that. You show great wisdom in pointing out the often harshness maturity can bring. Masterfully done my friend Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Respect, papa-Bear.

I am glad to see you enjoyed reading the poem.
I appreciate your time and honesty you invested in your comments.

Have a Great Life!