Fall from Grace

January 5, 2009
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You feel Your Innards churning
And Your Chest afire burning
Because Your Mind just commenced a learning
Of Your Fall From grace

You Weaken weaken feeling dense
Because You’re plummenting ay Your Expense
Feeling hatreds that make You wince
Knowing knowing of Wrongs by every sense

At last at last, You reach the Ground
Cold, Hard All around
Growing bitter bitter with every sound
Of Sirens Of Casual corrupting life

You Look at Our Time
When You hear the Belltow’r chime chime
And You see it’s only been a Second
To the Ones You’ve joined





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Joy26 said...
Jan. 17, 2009 at 3:22 am
I have no idea what it is about your poetry that is so compelling...amazing job, Nicholas!! I really like the strategically placed Capital Letters :)
 
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