Never Forgotten

By Ira Zagala

Mediocrity was never an option
To be average is a sin.
Unacceptable, unforgivable
Such is the pride of one
Which drives us all

High hopes and ambition
Achieved, it seems,
With ease unprecedented,
Served only to fuel his avarice
For excellence even more

Eradicate every hindrance in sight
Obstacles too far below your eyes
To even be deemed worthy
Your disdain apparently knows no end

So high up, you’ve placed yourself
Atop your lofty, self-made pedestal
Rightfully so, as chosen by you, yourself

Far from prying and knowing looks
That could possibly see through
Your fragile façade

Forever stoke the fire
With misanthropy and mistrust
Never lose sight of the memory
Of her, the reason
The beacon which guides
Your blind vendetta

All is for her…
None can ever come close
The indelible mark of love
You so painstakingly pave the way for
Must burn all in its wake
In the path you blaze
To leave all in oblivion
For eternal remembrance