Falling Poem by Dorthe Wisbech Clausen

Falling



My brain is empty
My soul is drained,
I need a playback
To do the refrain

My bones are sore
My heart is weak,
I'm shaken to the core,
I headed for the peak

But I'm falling
falling
down

Monday, November 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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