The ballad of Harriet DownA Poem by Catherine DrakeDownwards Falling treading thin. Breaking down not breaking in She thought I was lost I thought I was grand But downwards falling breaks no man A woman by the name of Harriet Once woke up In a big silver chariot Caught in the moons lights And a Downwards Falling kin Poor Harriet Was wearing thin. A Downwards Ghost next to a Downwards man With Harriet’s brother who almost kicked the can Make no mistake I know I can Defeat the beast that led Harriet astray I won’t let it deter one more day Downward falling treading thin. Breaking down but breaking in She thought I was lost I thought she was grand But Downwards Falling breaks again© 2017 Catherine DrakeAuthor's Note
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Added on March 15, 2017 Last Updated on March 15, 2017 Tags: depression, death, life, living, music, historical poetry, historical, london AuthorCatherine DrakeAnnville, PAAboutI was once told i was the only thing keeping a man alive, now poetry is the only thing keeping both of us. more..Writing
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