Success is like some horrible disaster
Worse than your house burning, the sounds of ruination
As the roof tree falls following each other faster
While you stand, the helpless witness of your damnation.

Fame like a drunkard consumes the house of the soul
Exposing that you have worked for only this –
Ah, that I had never suffered this treacherous kiss
And had been left in darkness forever to founder and fail.

I was and still am a great fan of Malcolm Lowry’s Under the Volcano. That and Dark As The Grave Wherein My Friend Is Laid remain vivid in my mind, two of the novels which, unlike hundreds of others I have read, I will never forget.

However, I have to say this poem of his reminds me of the old saying: Whoever thinks life at the top is tough has never tried life at the bottom. 

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