Fallen - Poem by Dave Dafes
Stood dismayed on a lofty precipice,
Subjected to the tempestuous tantrum,
Of the ferocious wind.
Choked with regrets, nowhere to turn
I cried, "Heaven Save Me".
With no one to pull me back, no reason to halt,
I took the plunge.
Somersaulting in midair,
I cogitate on all of my mistakes.
How I tried to keep my nose clean.
But somewhere along the path,
Got caught up in all the glittery of life.
At a steep expense I could not bear.
Thought I found a road to somewhere,
But I wind up nowhere.
With faded dreams & broken wings,
I took the plunge
Marred by life's scars and bruises,
I'm at the mercy of society's every scrutiny.
Gratifying her whims and caprices,
I court the broads and bars
That I ought to shun.
A life wasted on hedonism ‘n' cracks,
I'm now a shadow of what I used to be.
Then I prayed the night should linger,
To shield me from the chastening of the day a little longer.
But hovered above my head,
A steel cloud barred my orison;
Hindered me it did from heaven's good graces.
Sank so low, I lost all I hold dear.
Broken ‘n' changed by life's anvil,
I thought to end it all.
So from my balcony on the 81st floor,
I took the plunge
Landing on the roof of a delivery van,
My every bone was shattered
Alongside every hope that I'd live
But somehow, through a tiny crack
My orison pierced the steel clouds.
Then I felt the trickle of mercy's dew heaven sent.
After two dozen weeks roaming in oblivion.
Recalling the admonition of the gray bearded guide,
Clad in white and glistening robe;
I realized how fortunate I've been.
To have been saved from the plunge ‘n' past
By Saint Peter's hand dispatched by His Grace.
Offered a clean slate by San Michel,
I was given a chance to live again.
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