Fallen Poem

by Craig Stanley 2016

May 6, 2013

The grip that can't be found The gasp for breath that's never inhaled The grasp for life never to be met Gyrating till rock bottom Is what is experienced when we fall in a dream

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Craig Stanley 2016May 6, 2013

All the dark poetry made me feel sick to my stomch, so mine ends on a less serious note.