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May 03, 2006 17:22

ok so i wrote this yesterday in math cause the night before my parents and a certain teacher made me feel like a complete failure well here it is


Fallen

Fallen he can not breath
the air an black all around
pushing, fighting to smother him
he can not fight any more he will not try

many people believe he is falling
however this is untrue he is fallen
he cant go any lower the light
his path is fading but he does not care

when they realize what has happened
it will be too late
he will not return
he cant control his fate

his dreams are dead like last years flowers
they will not revive
they have not the power
to push him on, to keep his head up

his wings are clipped
with finality he can not bear
no wind to blow
no breeze through his hair

he yell to the dark
"finish me there is no more to take"
his dreams, his hopes, his dignity
all gone yet he fakes

his mind is gone, potential sapped
he does not care,he is through
he can not maintain hes simply snapped
he can not feel, the destruction thorough

he looks in a mirror
he sees not his face
a shell with little left
he cant believe its him

he cant believe this is it
he hears a voice callin
but he cant respond
for he is Fallen.

well thats it so make of it what u will dont talk to me about it in school but comment here if u wish

poems

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