Too Proud to Beg

Aspirations clamber to the edge,
rest momentarily,
their momentum almost enough to break from the well.

They watch successes parading and want to beg for help.
Their mouths open, but nothing comes out. How can they beg?
Words are there, but will not be voiced.
It's easier to listen to the comforting noise of success and quietly hum along.

The potential well is deep.
Thoughts spiral under the gravity of doubt.
They know they could communicate, but know too well the transience of their predecessors.
In the darkness of the well they can fail unnoticed.