Stepping Out
Poetry Blog
Friday, December 07, 2007
Waste
They trade their souls
for temporary
momentary
gain -
Doing anything
to anyone to feed
the face of fame -
Self respect
and self control
seeping from their veins -
As they die in pride
ice cold inside -
just to hear their name.
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