Fallen - Poem by David Lessard
Where now is your beauty?
oh fallen soul,
your fruit rots upon the vine,
your eyes diminished, blind,
lawlessness now takes its toll.
Your pride and boasts have
brought you down,
you're lost within a maze,
no brightness now, just haze,
no smiles replace your frown.
You worship no one, but self alone,
your hands are soiled with sin,
your ears hear not above the din,
you've numerous misdeeds to atone.
When did you lose your love to him?
when did the struggle get too strong?
when did you doubt and not belong?
when did your life become too grim?
Where now is truth, my anxious friend?
the man I see - that's really you?
don't you know, what we all go through?
it's a troubled message that you send.
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