Burns Out Bright Poem by Jessy Liz

Our proudest moments are a waste of time.
Those few seconds in the limelight-
While we sweat the fear of disbelief
Those silver drapes sure burn out bright.

The applause flares up- the crowd is roaring
And blood is pumping fast beneath the skin
Instead of soaking up those fifteen minutes
We should be eye level with our knees bent..

Because our proudest moments sure do fade.
Those few seconds in the limelight-
As bright as every light shone within
They will burn out just as bright.