The Descent

By alesana

In lonely lands we suffer
From mountaintops we fall.
If we cannot see the beauty,
We shall destroy it all.

From freedom once abounding,
Emerged our lowly state.
Far away we dream of running,
But we are trapped behind.

The songs were once resounding –
Now broken spirits fall – weak –
Like spinning pinwheel leaves,
To Hell we now descend.
 

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Copyright 2012 Meg Owens
Published on Friday, January 20, 2012.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Polaris On Friday, January 20, 2012, Polaris (21)By person wrote:

    Well written. I agree, with the way were going, to hell we now descend

  • FadedBlues On Friday, January 20, 2012, FadedBlues (2172)By person wrote:

    ...a heartfelt plea to protect the beauty of nature...nicely presented...

  • A former member wrote: Very good and so true.

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