Sky is Falling

Poem of a memory not easy to forget.

The sky is falling

I m down on my knees.

Waiting for something,

Waiting for release.


The chains of my uncertainty

Keep enslaving me.

Blinding me to possibilities,

Running from the truth

That you left me.


The sky is falling

I m still on my knees.

Begging you for mercy,

Begging for release.


While I let you run through me

A blade sharpen with pain.

Atoning for my own sins,

The sorrows I cause others

Because your memory still hunts me.

The End

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