The fallen


  • Faith
    • Oraios
    • "Morning without you is a dwindled dawn." -E. Dickinson

    The fallen

    Pure and true 
    Is what I came with when I offered myself to you. 
    A broken man 
    Filled with the burden and stress of an old man
    I wanted nothing more than to take your hand
    To give you shelter through the rain
    To give you anything and everything of me
    Through the lightening and thunder 
    I lost my innocence 
    For a time I lost my way
    With the many strikes you slashed across my heart
    Caution was never taken 
    Once I was back in your arms
    Blindly you lead me into the darkness 
    Never asking questions 
    Just followed behind you
    Regret filled my heart each time 
    I left
    And though I am not perfect
    Perfection is what you expect
    So where is there to go
    Now the truth is once again 
    Set in front of me
    Do I take the road I have always walked
    Or cast the truth aside 
    And Follow you with my blind eyes
    Each road leads to disaster 
    Just my unwavering faith in you 
    Will not hold us as one forever.

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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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