Stumbled

Fell from grace
Flat on my face
Rising to my knees
I am reminded
how I got here

Arrogance
Dangerous dance
Leaving bruises
Every time I hit
the pavement

Why be ashamed
At being blamed
for creating my own
Problems then
Resolving them

I accept the flag
It shall never drag
Behind me while
I still have strength
To breathe

It may drag me down
If worn as a crown
To impress those who
Think I created
Anything

But I have no more pride
The knighthood has died
And now I just crave
To be of great
Service

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