Fallen

At a funeral on a Sunday...
high tide coming in fast,
the Earth started tilting
to 23.5 and a half.
And as the world was tilting, 
I took a little trip, 
I fell flat off the Earth and ceased 
to be a blip. 

The death toll reached a thousand

 

and then one hundred and three

Then I realized the funeral
was a funeral for me. 
And I saw them lay-by 
as I fell hard and heavy. 
Then I saw one stand up, 
as she called out to me: 

"It takes one to know one
and to know one of them. 
It takes one of the fallen 
to pull pull you back again."

As I came face to face
with the moon and the stars. 
they tore and reopened 
all of life's scars. 
And as I refused. 
to admit my great fault, 
planets and suns
were pouring in salt. 

Then as her hand grabbed mine 
and she pulled me back in
I saw all the standing standing 
around me again. 
I realized I wasn't the first 
this angel had saved
and now I could live life,
like it was livin everyday. 

It takes one to know one 
and this one knew me. 
It takes one to make you 
a blip in the sea. 

Author's Note

One of my early poems...

Reviews

[Zephyr]

this poem has really intense imagery, and although i think it could use some general polishing overall it's very good.

one idea though: you might want to make the font bigger. it's legible and clear enough, but one size bigger would make it so peple don't have to reread because they were trying to make out the words =)

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This is very entertaining. I like it. Pammy.