A Poet’s Fall

This is the story of a poet’s fall
No dream is left after a poet’s fall

Can you see the letters floating above us
Can you see the words flying around us

Laugher and happiness ring in the night
Tears and suffering are secrets of the night

I wish I could shed at least tiger tears
But only humans can shed tiger tears

Human is to feel something within
Feelings hidden to caves within

This Earth has fallen through the cracks of time
My life has fallen through the darkness of time

My hair waves through the air like blue flames
Hot and cold vengeance in eyes, blue flames

Started with a word and one, young
Ended with a word and many, young

“genious!” yelled out the crowds cheering
“what a pity!” called out death cheering

Life will pump through my veins, falling
But no new words will be born after a poet’s fall

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