Hall of Shame

The boy had excessive dreams

Concentration was cloudy like the days on the horizon

Disregarding all warnings, he continued to plow through for personal gain

He grew fond of lifestyles contradictory to who he aspired to be

Black clouds began to emerge beneath several full moons

Clouds of anguish and despair revolved around his every waking step

"It will never happen to me." Was the naiveté

Too cliche to even use the word

Mint condition, broken heart collages shamefully on display

Another art exhibit being organized in silence

Cheap words and phrases doused in honey

Persuading his love like a silver tongued fox

Cowardice was the theme of the Hall of Shame

The punchline is acknowledging the masterpiece that was his love

A tad too late

His actions were demolished, a love pure and tender

For a cheap taste of vengeance

It is served cold yes, however Karma's hand is colder

Once known for his bold heart

The boy shrinks next to his deflated balloon we call ego

Defeated by his own hand

Gazing at the ceiling fan in his desolate room

Knowing he'll never get her back