Downward Fall Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

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


This reality which fate has laid a trap, is 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 I'm 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, in a wet, damp, filthy prison, knotted, resettled, into final destiny wrangled; it is a frozen corpse: a mangled step 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 time in autumn, comes a day, reveals a tragic factor; yell of, tell your song's flaws, stating your 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.