Fallen Poem by Justin Aptaker
Fallen
so there really is no end to this
faded snapshots, fleeting bliss
all i'm left with is desire
this my hell, and that my fire
archer shot too high and far
borrowed moments from the stars
now my time is free for all
never fall free from the law
my muse a slave, i sold my rights
in one too many stolen nights
moth to flame for city lights
a god has fallen slain tonight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/28/2024 2:09:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
my muse a slave, i sold my rights in one too many stolen nights...// SUPERB poetic expression