Cracking: A Short Poem

He walks slowly

this man now expendable

and without use to many.

He came to rise in much glory

but only to fall,

into impotent silence,

and despair.

He is looked upon

by himself and his peers

as a disappointment,

and, as a definition of failing

while climbing too high.

As Icarus ascended

on wings of waxen beauty

to heights unseen and dizzying;

he cracked and lost,

hard and crumbled,

tumbled to the ground

and into hell….