Of The Fallen Spirit

This one may be a bit hard to decipher but it's basically a poem about life's brutal kicks and punches.



Lying,
-Concrete grass-

Dying,
-Fatal slash-

Crying
-Of what you stash-

Alone again.
Fought the war.
Right here again.
Life so poor.

A pool of blood.
Bring in the flood.
Laugh at me
-one more time-
Go, just take it!
-My last dime-

Howling!
-Such an unseen vision-
The sun has risen,
brand new day.

You bite

You fight

This ain't no dream


One more person from this world.
Mind so twisted, body curled.

The knife

The dead


Thoughts unspoken,
left unsaid.
Hurry now,
it's turning red.

A body broken
-mine, perhaps-
A bell is tollin'
-Drop down, collapse-

Stop!
-STOP!-
No more to take!
Tell me,
when will I awake?

Blood!

Flood!


-Dancing

-Laughing

-Dreaming

-Beating

-Crawling




And to the abyss below.

WOW!! I Mean W-O-W!!! it was such a realistic and touching poem.....Loved it....Wonderful Job.... Keep It Going!!

Thank you so much!

This is pretty cool, I liked the unusual setup and prose of writing. It really rolls off the tongue when you say it aloud.

Overall I really liked the poem. It was a bit different to read in the beginning but I soon became accustomed to it. I loved the fast-paced motion you kept alive throughout the poem. It reminded me of the frantic beating of a heart with an adrenaline rush right before it dies. Very beautiful poem.

Thank you! I just wanted to try a style that could emphasize my point better.