The Fall

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    The Fall

    Swirling, twirling, spinning out of control,
    life has taken an unexpected turn,
    my running away has taken its toll,
    in the abyss of hell, i'm left to burn.

    I can only hope for some redemption,
    to salvage anything from the wreckage,
    there seems to be no form of salvation,
    nor is there a way to stop this carnage.

    When did i meet this spiritual vampire,
    that siphoned every bit of happiness,
    and now i don't know how to acquire,
    my sanity after all these madness.

    Turning, falling, crashing without a sound,
    i've lost all senses for comprehension,
    can anyone lift me to higher ground,
    and just complete my total mutation.

    Intramuros

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

    intramuros’s Poems (18)

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    The Resolution 0
    Confussion 0
    Different Worlds 0
    Night and Day 0
    Still You...After All These Time 0
    Enchantment 1
    The Looking Glass 1
    Sonnet 2 1
    Love 0
    For the Grieving 0
    Seasons 0
    My Castle 1
    Employee of the Year 0
    Changes 0
    Waves 1
    The Fall 0
    Sonnet XVI 0
    Sonnet XV 0