Rise Or Fall
Time takes its root griped to the soul,
Fighting shrugging off its hold,
Losing control unleashed to structure
a deepening hole in the pit of your soul,
Grabbing struggling to regain the control,
That once you imagined to hold,
Fading away, your heart will not stay,
Growing cold to all that they say,
Delusions of reality filled lies,
Trying to find where the lack began,
Where you truly stand,
Lost is time when there's truly nothing to find,
Rise or fall, that is all
Copyright © Richard Speer | Year Posted 2006
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