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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On Friday, January 20, 2012, Polaris
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Well written. I agree, with the way were going, to hell we now descend
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On Friday, January 20, 2012, FadedBlues
(2096) wrote:
...a heartfelt plea to protect the beauty of nature...nicely presented...
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A former member wrote:
Very good and so true.