Downfall
descending from our souls and fear
outward landing, never found
when we find it, disappear
never do we make a sound
falling from our mental summit
always do we see our pains
leering at us as we plummet
losing self a temporal stain
Copyright © Syd Floyd | Year Posted 2010
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment