The Talented’s Monologue

The past leaves me with gifts I have utilised,

But it gives me a curse then I realised.

My powers are fading, going into nothingness,

The things I treasured have become illness.

As I walk on the path I always recall,

Today it takes a turn and I fall.

To the abyss of despair I descend,

To failure I am currently sent.

Oh, I recall the times of silver and gold,

Once I was held high with stories told.

They said that I might thrive as legend,

But what remains today is broken edges.

The story says that phoenixes reborn from ashes,

But tell me, how can I emerge from the crashes?

Perhaps I can only dwell on the past,

In which my mind’s might have often lasted.

It’s a secret, it’s a secret, it’s a secret.

For now I must hide in frequent.

Let them continue their praises to me,

Or to exile I have to flee.

But now what plans shall I devise?

I shall hide in brilliance’s guise.

Such that my knowledge can reign,

So-called glory can they see in my brain.

Can they interpret as talent in my brain…