YESTERDAY’S HERO

High on the adrenalin of success;

the sweet temptation of ambition

coursing through my veins.
The laurel wreath so close……

and yet so far.
The fate of Icarus awaits.

My descent from grace not broken

by kind words from friends;

their voices muted.
The thin edge

of regret.
But this was long ago,

mistakes were two a penny;

and I bought my share.
Lessons learned…

promises made.
Broken,

when I dared to dream again;

without dreams I am nothing.
Earth bound.