Fall
A morbid outcastFallen from time
Whispering willows
In which tomorrow shines
Faint memories
Of yesterdays joys.
Life at its prime,
Fellowship of a forgotten whim
Days pass and lives are thrown
Obstacle's to fall about.
Fall
A morbid outcastPoetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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My Way | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
My Father, Not My Dad | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
Morality | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
Marooned | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
Magick | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
Lost In Time | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
Lost | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
Life's Course | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
Easier to Do | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
I'd Rather Die | 1 | 10/08/2009 |
I Wonder | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
Grey | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
Good-Bye | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
Forever the Father | 1 | 10/08/2009 |
Forever Lost | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
Fall | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
Everything Lost Along the Way | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
Cursed | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
Creature of the Night | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
Blind Bitterness | 1 | 10/08/2009 |
Beauty | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
Always True | 1 | 10/08/2009 |
Aftermath | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
A Whole New World | 1 | 10/08/2009 |
A Story of Me | 1 | 10/08/2009 |
A Child's Nightmare | 3 | 10/08/2009 |
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