Free falling from so high
Nothing below but the sky
Clouds pass through me
The world never knew me
Heavens have forsaken me
Where is this taking me
Hell won't accept my kind
Earth is much too blind
I am but a whisper in wind
The churn of a river bend
Disgraced to wither away
Exile is the price i must pay
Immortal doomed never to die
With wings that no longer fly
With a voice that noone hears
A sword that now noone fears
Robes that no longer shine
This fate is now only mine
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Author:
Tweebtaztic (
Offline) - Published: March 12th, 2017 12:17
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Very good write.
nice work self loathing abit, but good poem.
It's a poem of an angel falling from grace...such a tale must reek of self loathing
yes You have done a wonderful job with it I meant nothing more! peace WW
This was a good read. Sometimes its best to keep away from the secret societies and pledge to your freedom first. Not everyone will ride the rollercoaster nor buy the first pair of designer shoes. We as a people need to let go of this desolated age we live it.
Nonetheless, I bid you farewell to continue living your DreamWorks. Good read poet.
This is absoloutley amazing. Probably my favourite poem for a long time! Its the meaning a poetry; to say what you feel. And I feel you did that in such a creative way!
Would appreciate if you could give me feedback on my poetry 🙂
I cannot hear or feel you but there is a churn in my abdomen that senses your realness. I will die knowing you live on and will take with me the grace of your presence here. The world is a better place with your pen.
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