The Fallens Fall
Another day and empty room
made bitter by a potions fumes.
In boredom I drifted off to sleep,
Soon awakened by a contraptions beep.
With out warning I’m struck paralyzed
This gave me time to realize;
The floor boards began to sink in place
Struck with fear my heart raced.
No angels to carry me up above
Profoundly unworthy of fathers love.
No arms to hold me, I fell
I plunged in deep to the lakes of Hell.
dahlusion commented on The Fallens Fall
01-14-2013
MootPoint commented on The Fallens Fall
05-11-2011
01/14/2013
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Fallens Fall | 2 | 04/25/2011 |
| You get what you paid for | 1 | 03/17/2011 |
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| My Orchestra | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| Paths | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| Russian roulette | 1 | 03/17/2011 |
| The First and Only Leap | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| One path | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| The Arena | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| Consciousness | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
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