Fame Is A KillerA Poem by Elizabeth FiskeSo many have fallen victim to this killer...It's the darkness that consumes you, Your hatred that perfumes you. Your love of the game Was superseded, By your love of the fame. Now you sit all alone, Making many places your home. But you don't think this is as true as it is, You don't even realize How many things you miss, Do you? If you actually took the time And remembered why you wrote each rhyme In the song you sing- Your eight year old dreams' hymn- Then maybe I would realize, That my idol really didn't die Inside...
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1 Review Added on April 11, 2011 Last Updated on April 11, 2011 AuthorElizabeth FiskeMonroe, NHAboutFirst things first: I don't care if your male, female, black, white, Asian, gay, lesbian, trans-gender, straight, overweight, skinny, tall, short, Christian, Muslim, Jewish, etc. I respec.. more..Writing
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