The Fall

Just read Milton.

 

The Fall

When You have dropped me

I shall fall

Epics and decades fly past.

You fall past me, torn

My body a rag doll seen from outside

Hair whipped, and wrapped, and pulled

Unfelt in the rest of this

Ungodly, blasphemously, I am alive.

Unclean is my life

 

“MEANINGLESS!” I cry, shamed

Having, as all, the will to grow,

Grow faster than the ages.

 

To be Strong.

 

Through my fall-

I know, I know

I am the One! The Only.

You? Jealous disbeliever;

Incumbent.

For My time has Risen

And it is Your turn/time to fall

The fall of Mine is only the rise

The feeling that adds waves to My rule

 

I shall Gather;

I shall Grow;

I shall Battle;

And You should know--

 

I shall Win.

 

I have the Wrong on my Side, More powerful than You

King of Righteousness

King of Spectators;

King of All;

King of Nothing;

 

I fall into the Looking Glass--

I fall into My mind

A million pieces shattered.

 

All the miniscule burns glow as the deadly ice surrounds Me.

Suspended, I watch as the ice enter My veins,

Wishing that glorious bliss were in Me.

My soul a mirror to this, the blankness pumped to My heart

Is My wild HOPE.

 

Hope? It is just a dream

I feel hope, feeling the death in Me too.

I look at You in this darkness--

You, at the beginning of this tunnel

My only point in this complete blind

Then just the broken looking glass of blue.

So I see Me, My last attempt; My tortured face, frozen in a death grin

This I wish to see no more

So at last I turn away from this, this sight,

 

AWAY, but in this deep Away is Straight and Straight is Away

And the blind is My only companion.

This must be hell.

Author's Note

Its more a sympathetic image, and if I could get feedback on the more experimental free formness of it, and whether thats just an excuse to be lazy, let me know :)

Reviews

[Mr. Lopez]

I think that when you open the door for a free write ,that you unleash yourself from tradition and are not bound to the conventional rules of poety( not that poetry has rules). You get to color outside the lines so to speak. Allowing you to produce such beauty in words as you have so skillfully done here. There was a certain rythme that was kind of a cadence that was accentuated by the repatition of lines like........

I shall Gather
I shall Grow;
I shall Battle;
And You should know--
I shall Win.
I think that what you've done here is began to sculpt out your style for writing. The begennings of many a joyful write to come. You have already (obviously) been writing for some time but there are facets to all writers and if this is something new for you (style that is) then i encourage you to explore the style more and lets see what wonderful pieces come of it.
Thank you
Mr.Lopez