The Fallen Never Rise

ShadowPsychos on May 14, 2010

…

I surrendered my soul

to your safe keeping

soon to be the fossil of something

that once resembled me

intensity of broken flesh

that once did bleed

yet no longer will my heart beat

not even a clatter

as it only continues to skip

locked inside a tomb

of unopened marvels

just a dusty home

the word of breath: silent

here the fallen never rise

i am lost and all alone

nothing but maggots and bone

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Comments (10)

ageeinc on May 14, 2010
Deep. I like it.
LoveDoctor on May 14, 2010
I love it. Very intense. keep up the good work:)
Lady Fantasy on May 14, 2010
An intense writing but was well written and likes this a great deal.
LOVELYHONEY on May 14, 2010
I totally disagree PLEASE DELEE THE ABOVE COMMENT AS MY COMPY HAD COLAPSED

You immortalise
Yourself in poetry
And
I dare say
Fossilize your self…
I remember once I held
A fossil in my hand
It came alive
And
Flashed by like a cinema
On a three D screen…

What was the fossil once like?
Twas not a dream
But a finality at that point of time
Twas that fossil
I held was a life
Of some ones’
Lifetime
giftarist on May 14, 2010
You always amaze me by your style of poetry. Like it!
VTech on May 14, 2010
Good Post
Ranjan Mathews on May 15, 2010
Phoenix always rise
Like re-infused Sunrise.
stryka66 on May 15, 2010
enjoyed this one
Jimmy Shilaho on May 15, 2010
Quite a hard one, perhaps on yourself.
Tina Cassello on May 15, 2010
You can and will rise again if you let God resurrect you.

Hi there!