Fame Poem by Matt Starking

Fame, a flickering flame,
A desire from which we cannot abstain.
For some, it's a game,
For others, it's a means to sustain.

The taste of success,
The glittering lights,
Is but a transient caress,
In the midst of the worldly fights.

Fame, a seductive charm,
A path that leads to admiration and applause.
For some, it's a blanket that keeps them warm,
For others, it's a dream with hidden claws.

The highs are electrifying,
The lows can be devastating,
The limelight is mesmerizing,
But the shadows can be suffocating.

Fame, a double-edged sword,
A journey with ups and downs.
For some, it's a rewarding reward,
For others, it's a path that astounds.

It can bring happiness and wealth,
Or it can be a lonely road.
The pursuit of it can bring health,
But it can also corrode the soul.

Fame, a fickle mistress,
Whose embrace can be both sweet and sour.
In the end, it's up to us to confess,
To decide if it's worth its power.