Fallen

by Richard Alan   Jul 27, 2006


Reaping winds envelope me,
To a dream that is so real,
Pain and pleasure bursting through,
Still unable to feel,
Shadows cutting through me,
As I wade through my demise,
Truth forever makes me,
While Im dead to any lies,
Stoned by my consortium,
Betrayed unto my all,
Buried with the fallen,
Yet the fallen cannot fall,
Sick with my antiquities,
Alive and yet so dead,
Ears are never speaking,
As they see within my head,
Crazed to untold fortune,
Shinning time to scarring light,
Screaming forever more,
Yet still unable to fight,
Death grief and misery,
Are breathing at the turn,
Live to love and love to live,
Or youll never learn...

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  • 16 years ago

    by Letty

    Another beautiful, emotional poem by you. You pulled me into this want and once again left me wanting more. The flow is wonderful and the imagery picture perfect. You have out done yourself in the piece my friend. I love reading your work. You are just magnificent when it comes to captivation. Great job again!

    Letty