DownA Poem by KrisI am falling.
Down dOwn doWn dowN I go, spiraling out of control. Gravity overrules all. and my broken beaten wings have no wind beneath them. they do nothing to stop me from falling Down dOwn doWn dowN 'til I hit the ground. The cold hard cement rushes up to meet me. Spots of crimson fall to my feet. My robes are ragged and worn weathered and torn. pure white covered in splashes of fresh red and think lines of black. The ring around my head, dented and abused. Halo no longer shining, Wings no longer fluttering, Robes no longer clean, Face no longer cherubic. Because I am no longer an angel. For I have fallen. © 2013 Kris |
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Added on January 28, 2013 Last Updated on January 28, 2013 AuthorKrisMAAboutHello there. I'm just a girl with no social life, music on my mind, and writing in my future. I believe that anyone can tell a story, but there are very few that can show one. So, that's why I'm he.. more..Writing
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