Pride is a wilted flower
You are that wilted flower.
Basking in the sun of infallibility,
Your roots were planted in the garden of ego Which has now led to your demise.
Once filled with the essence of life,
Your petals were choked by your own ambition
As you grew to be too close to the sun.
Your bloom was a symbol of beauty,
Whispering notions of hope and strength
Though now nature has punished your delusions.
And the soil you thought to be self-respect
Has betrayed you
And the sun that once was your fuel
Has scarred you.