by Malcolm Lowry
Success is like some horrible disaster
Worse than your house burning, the sounds of ruination
As the roof tree falls following each other faster
While you stand, the helpless witness of your damnation.
Fame like a drunkard consumes the house of the soul
Exposing that you have worked for only this –
Ah, that I had never suffered this treacherous kiss
And had been left in darkness forever to founder and fail.
Last updated September 29, 2022