On My Branch
Left on a branch that has a crack...
I sit still and stare out to a world of distract...
Blissful memories that hold my thoughts with a grip...
As fallen sins still have the power to trip...
I'm excepting the break and the fall that will come...
Having said my peace to the moon and sun...
It's not the drop as much as the snap that I fear...
So I will close my eyes and let faith whisper in my ear...
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012
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