Dylan Foss Poet Rhyme

Falling From Grace

Here I lie, here I sit
At the bottom of this gaping pit
There's a long way up and short way down
To falling from grace and casting your crowns

I work my way up to the top
I reach daylight and then I stop
Then I slip and sink back in
Into the gaping pit again

At the bottom, oh so low
Light nor time come to show
Darkness envelopes and then surrounds
Your cries for help are the only sounds

Then you are attacked, left and right
By all your fears that haunt the night
They don't stop coming, their attacks are relentless
They rip your insides open while you sit there defenseless

They taint your mind, they steal your heart
The world that you loved, they tear it apart
All they leave is a shred of hope
That you won't keep sliding down this slope

I get down on my knees and pray
For all of this to go away
And for an angel to take my hand
And fly me back to Neverland

I am the prey, always under attack
Holding my one shred of hope, barely it's intact
But these are the cards, and life is just a game
All these cards within my hand, these cards, they are my shame

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Skat A May 26, 2016 at 7:55 PM awesome poem, Dylan...skat Dylan Foss July 25, 2016 at 12:16 AM Thank you Skat! Thank you for taking the time to read my poems.

The Grahamburglar May 4, 2016 at 10:19 AM Nicely written, and expressive. The use of Neverland adds an interesting element to this. Like a hearkening to childhood, freedom or innocence. You're a talented writer, sir. Dylan Foss July 25, 2016 at 12:22 AM Thank you Grahamburglar! It is a sort of reference to childhood and simpler times, when troubles and fears weren't so big. But at you leave childhood, you find that you're not so invincible anymore and the fear of reality takes control...