A Fall from Grace

I wrote this poem a few years ago and just recently found it again. I wrote it after a close friend died of a heroin overdose. I was a very inexperienced writer at the time.

A Fall from Grace

This poor soul’s childish cheer did not last

For in the end it led him to his fall

For what he conceived would be a blast

Sent him tumbling off the grace’s wall

But do not mock this poor soul’s fall from grace

For it was only by his choice that it was allowed

And as he skid broadside alongside tears, fears, and a shattered face

He alone let his dreams be tragically plowed

Author's Note

I wrote this when I was very young and having a hard time dealing with current events. It's not good but i just thought I would post it anyways.

Reviews

[disconnectedspirit]

Censorship and mental torture

[disconnectedspirit]

I still love you

Actually, that was my life for four years. I finally broke free this month

> and yes, he did destroy all of my stuff on line.

is this your stuff too..i am not going to say where...