The Fall

The Fall

A Poem by Wolf Towne

When I tire of seeing, I look within
What I’m searching for is buried in sin

At this point I close my eyes
I cannot watch my own demise

As my sight goes, my hearing comes
Waves crash against my eardrums

For a moment I forget
Of each and every last regret

But it is only for a moment
Reality returns, and I grasp it

But my hold is slipping
And the ledge is tipping

I do not fear the fall
When I land, it will be soft

© 2017 Wolf Towne


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But my hold is slipping
And the ledge is tipping

I do not fear the fall
When I land, it will be soft

Love this part, this is a great write and flow.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wolf Towne

6 Years Ago

Thank you so much, I really appreciate that
"I do not fear the fall
When I land, it will be soft"

It's where we find our true selves.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on December 25, 2017
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Wolf Towne
Wolf Towne

Costa Rica



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American living in Costa Rica using poetry as a form of therapy. more..

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