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After The Fall-(Now What?)
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Soul Poetry Okay, I'm down here,
drifted to the lowness of ground,
reaching out for a stronghold
on something,
anything
that can maybe pull me back upwards.
But as of yet,
through teary eyed glances
and the shadows of pain,
I view nothing on my horizon.
Nothing that looks promising
at this point.
Besides, I had my fleeting moment
and at present,
it is gone.
So now what?
The fall came
and like those that fall
in these autumn's of discontent,
I lie here, crinkled, emotionally dried up
and useless now.
Yeah, I once hung in there,
vibrant, alive,
getting my sustinance through
the strength of my tree of life,
but now I have been discarded,
my usefullness completed in seasons of passing
and now I just litter the lawn.
A nusance burdon that needs to be raked along
into a pile of other useless foliage.
I'm of no good to anyone
in this depleted state.
I have not even the desire
to allow a breeze to carry me off.
Quite content am I,
to lie here and disintegrate into
a composted and decaying form.
Maybe then,
I'll at least be of some use.
