Downfall

November 27th, 2007

The world upon my shoulders slowly starts to fall..
My instability will be the downfall of you all…
Come to me and I’ll comfort you,
I’ve lived and I’ll die for you.
But what would be called good enough if I couldn’t save myself?
I’ll let you fall to finally find myself…
And I’ll cry.
Again.
To release the build of emotions unseen by the world.
And I’ll bruise,
To know pleasure is still considered “real”.
Slow and sure as your heart beats beneath my hand,
The world is slipping
Falling.
Out of grace with me.
My hands bleed with the many times I’ve failed you,
Yet again.
Time takes it’s toll on the emotions of one’s soul.
And soon they bend.
They break.
They bleed.
They see.
All for the good of nothing.
Nothing.
Efforts acknowledged and forgotten in the sands of time.
Only a moment.
Must this continue?
Yeas wasted away, so much pain foreseen.
And it ends in death.
Always.
It will end…
In death.
Beg and plead for a mythical salvation.
But, assuringly, you will see.
……
Genuinely black, the sky reflects the rays of a red red sun.
Shining bright with purity, the moon will cry in shame.
Turn back,
Look the other way…

Reviews

[Abigail Lee]

Oh...
My...
Wow...
I don't believe I am mistaken when I say that you've grown. At least that's what I see when I read all of your recent poetry.
I really love it, especially the lines "I've lived and I'll die for you." and "My hands bleed with the many times I've failed you"
It made me feel, though I can really describe my emotions.
I count that as a good thing, a very good thing.