Today’s prompt: The last line of your favourite poem. Mine is “Pike” by Ted Hughes (http://www.poetryarchive.org/poem/pike)
That rose slowly towards me, watching,
As I faltered at multiple steps.
That watched as,
I took some credit for team events,
And watched without warning,
As I basked in recognition.
That rose too far,
And as with everything else,
Came crashing down upon me,
Dawning the realization that
Nothing external will save you at your lowest
Least of all,
Your own ego.