Downward Fall Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

My coming soon to me future: too very near, stop working, viewing the various pits of life, ending work face, dazzled, it's an ace, having no job, retirement; isn't great for me: in a race.

This reality fate has laid a trap, it's placed to bust any man, intending it to kill, cut it's timeless evil, taking a death thrust, rippling this dramatic fear; deeply it shears: in once able bones rust.

My life's treasure, on this dated, yet-to-be-sunk ship, hid in a chamber, with this ax, to cut, towering in one hand, slice someone's neck, across there, a rip; dip: a sentenced fate.

This brainless, darkened state is not directly conscious for good, inside a tangled cage, wet, damp, filthy prison, knotted, resettled, final destiny wrangled; it is a frozen corpse: a mangled set to death.

Everybody has a truth, told wisdom, conveying your destiny, sown life, trapped in, being a fool, sent into hell, having full rent, within to play, bent sad gift: seeing fact full age.

Your infant's birth, becomes elder, rebirths him into fallen horror, found in a coffin, no repair, buried low in hard ground, an eternal palace, fair; its home of despair: it's a grave.

One's time autumn, to come a day, reveals a tragic factor: yell of, tell your song's flaws, stating life story, turning reality into a fate aging, be summed up, total; fallen in a closed cell: a larger cage.

Life's rays glow to fall downwards, in this swim, row years, activities to live, cut into destiny, slow in descent, unfortunate it's imminent, of those old; their death: fated time.