a hollow finish

along the walls of my manor,
hang gleaming frames
that enshrine my days of glory..

from a menial, hapless life
whcih even a fly cannot endure
i sought the zenith of my success
driven by memories of my harsh
past

no obstacles kept me from my
mirage
i cheated, fought, and outwit
everyone
like a devil in sheep's clothing.
i achieved the success i wanted
though it left a bittersweet scar.

surrounded by luxuries that
dazzled everyone
though still hollow the only
pair of eyes
that look upon them intimately
while the other glances become
mere fading colors
of shadows wrecked by my hideous past.

as the frames fell in the empty manor
i was struck by the misdeed i have done
but the remorse that consumes me
is not enought for the guilt