The Fall

Deaths too soon. Abandonment of my shoes Taken off my feet to walk the street alone. Sharpness cuts through, bleeds. I groan. Painful memories won't leave me and I Relive the pain that made me go insane. Imprisoned like criminal; lived druggy Haze, half-crazed, trying to be whole. I know in my heart what's in my soul. Will I ever live down, that I was down. I wish I knew. Feeling ok with my past, I go back to it, to insure my future Doesn't repeat what beat the pulp of My brain. It remains intact, the fact is Known to be true. I'm seldom blue until I'm reminded of my downfall to depths Of my pain. There is no gain in grasping It and holding on like a bareback mare. I shared my prison with others likewise. We all got out, in spite of our demise. Forever will my memories exist. So be it. Perhaps it was just meant to be and I'll see Them all again one day to say I love you.