We all Fall Down
Triumphantly I march.
Strength.
Faith.
Courage.
Widsom.
The weapons at hand I wield:
Through Sickness of heart,
Through loss of mind.
This war can not be won by one hand,
Yet it can be lost with one strike.
A tower of stereotypes:
Teeter.
Totter.
Until eventually;
We all....
...Fall
.....Down.
~Sephyra
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Poems from the Abyss
PoetryA vault of poems that express my inner thoughts... and my need to make a good grade in creative writing!
