fall – Scribbles and Rambles

Falls

I hear whispers
Calm and loud
Of my past
My glory
My fall

She was weak

But she rose

A poor excuse

For a feeble attempt

One step forward

Two steps forward

Three steps vroom!

Speed kicking in

Rush, quickening pace

Got it into your thick skull

So full of yourself

Now you don’t care

Don’t heed

Don’t listen

Don’t give a damn

Being a retard

You stumble

Trip, slip, fall

Ten steps back

Twenty steps down

Fifty steps doom