Poem -

Descending

Allow
       Me
         To take
               My own
                      Route
                          Down.
                             It's better
                                  For pride
                                        Utilizing
                                            Freewill
                                                   When
                                             Unforcably
                                                Losing it all.
                                                      There's no
                                                                  Steps
                                                             Ladders or
                                                         Even elevators.
                                                                         Just
                                                                     One
                                                                  Fall
                                                             To the
                                                        Bottom.
                                                  How quickly
                                             It happens
                                      That turn
                                 For the
                            Worst.
                       Keeps
                 Me asking
             Why me.
          But what's
       Done
    I did
  To
Myself.
 

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Devon La Porte

Thank you cherie im always looking to change it up and the idea just comes i have no choice but to write it down. Im very glad you liked it thanks for the encouraging comment it really keeps me pushing the creativity.

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