Fleeting Fame, Lasting Pain

A cycle of poems «Everything Hurts and I Am Almost Famous»

Flashbulbs popped, a blinding light
My name in headlines, burning bright
A shooting star across the sky
Thought this feeling would never die

Fleeting fame, a siren's call
Lured me close to watch me fall
Left me stranded on the shore
With lasting pain and nothing more

Champagne wishes, caviar dreams
Living life on borrowed streams
Adoration in every glance
Lost myself in a dizzying dance

The whispers fade, the crowds disperse
Left with silence, growing worse
The mirror shows a hollow face
Haunted by a forgotten grace

Fleeting fame, a siren's call
Lured me close to watch me fall
Left me stranded on the shore
With lasting pain and nothing more

Tried to chase the ghost of it
Tried to recapture every hit
But the magic's gone, the well is dry
Just an echo of a fading cry

Fleeting fame, a siren's call
Lured me close to watch me fall
Left me stranded on the shore
With lasting pain and nothing more

Now I'm picking up the pieces small
Trying to rise above it all
But the shadow of that fleeting light
Still casts a darkness on the night
A lasting pain, a bitter truth
Lost in the whirlwind of my youth.