Bitter rejection

Here i stand.....

Upon the crest...

My chest heaves....

My breath a mist....

My heart pounds....

I look about...

But no.....

Where is my prize.....

I came so far....

I gave my all....

Or so it was in vain...

My ego raged....

My all was not....

My boasts shallow...

I overcame nothing...

But foolish pride...

Now i kneel...

I gaze ahead...

The eyes in the mist...

They call....

Now i truly live....

Words are fodder....

A fools play...

For my wounds do bleed...

But not as my heart...

If i do not rise...

I am them...

The shallow....

The vain....

So i rise...

To live i must....

To my dying breath....