Humble Thy Self ( A Poem )

 

Rolling stones;
High and lows.
Clapping crowd;
criticizing sound.
Tears of Joy;
Tears that cuts.
life in your hands;
suddenly you can't trace the dots.
limiting slopes;
a heart that hopes.
seems like a million years;
no one can reach your peak.
forgetting gravity;
you thought you have pair of wings.
and as you jump off the cliff;
you fell so fast deep.
crushing in all the filthy streets;
you decided not to walk even in your dreams.
familiar faces as you knock the door;
looking for a home because it's cold.
but no one heard your call;
cause you have abandoned them last fall.
Broken and losing hope;
you sat down and had a deep thought;
you should have humbled thy self years ago;
because now your castle can't save you.
Gold can make you rich;
But it can't give you love.
 
~I~