Fallen
The storm settles in my heart
Where thunder and lightning break it in two
Everything that used to be sets sail into the sea
Saying goodbye to my old soul is such torment
God, please answer my whispered cries
In the dark I have fallen
There is no pleasant moon in sight, nothing in the ocean to make me rise
I am crying out in battle, I need to be saved from myself
I have fallen underneath the dead
Yet I am alive and breathing
Save me, for I have fallen.
Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.
Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Eclipse | 0 | 06/23/2010 |
| Haiku Set Two | 0 | 06/23/2010 |
| Haiku Set One | 0 | 06/23/2010 |
| A Real Father | 0 | 06/20/2010 |
| Poker | 0 | 05/31/2010 |
| When The Rain Came Down | 0 | 05/24/2010 |
| Daddy? | 1 | 04/19/2010 |
| Broken Room | 0 | 04/12/2010 |
| Sanctuary | 0 | 04/09/2010 |
| This World | 0 | 02/16/2010 |
| Of All Eyes | 0 | 02/05/2010 |
| Closer to You | 0 | 02/05/2010 |
| Fallen | 0 | 02/05/2010 |
| Caído | 0 | 02/05/2010 |
| Always I Will Wonder | 0 | 01/26/2010 |
| The Continuous Fight | 0 | 01/25/2010 |
| One Fine Sunday Morning | 0 | 01/25/2010 |
| Teacups | 0 | 01/25/2010 |
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