The Fall

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  • Loss

    The Fall





    Cold and chilled

    seeking ...unwilled

    taking each step carefully

    looking, yearning,

    my soul burning

    can't find what I'm searching for.

    No time, no open door.

    Lost, not found,

    no ties, no bounds,

    Lost in a heartless world.

    Time passes too quickly...fast

    Slow down, I'm running...

    Out of time, energy, the will

    to keep searching..

    For you, for me, for it all

    For Eternity.

    Lost love, lost hate, lost everything...

    It's too late.

    For you, for me, for it all

    Goes too easily.

    Slipping, away like the night

    Slipping away, the grasp is not tight.

    Too little, too late.

    I am feeling so irate.

    Are the years quickly passing?

    I lost it all, not fasting.

    Eating the fruits of labor,

    not quenching

    not filling

    lost ... not willing

    to keep up the fight.

    A losing battle

    I'll never win.

    Not today...

    Not tonight.

    Giving up too easily

    It's really not that hard.

    Losing sight of it all

    I'll not recover from this fall.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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