Death and Fame
By: Dennis Spielman
Monday, December 18, 2000



Death and Fame
My fame has brought me death.
I am a hero and yet people want to kill me.
Everyone knows my secret.
Yet I do not care.
My secret wasn't evil.
My secret was good.
I kept people alive.
I stand alone now.
All alone and weak in the dark, I stand high.
These words I write even look like a monster.
You can't live life without happiness.
So maybe that's why I let myself die.

Poem (C) 2000 by Dennis Spielman

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