falling
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worry and resentment drip down rusted chains
swinging lifeless from a foundation of broken dreams
letting go of the broken necks on the end
watching the lost souls fly away in the wind
waving to the birds that they are so jealous of
just wanting more than anything to feel free
taking steps off of buildings
just to soar downwards with broken wings
goals ride by on trains of thought
while insecurity hides in a corner being bullied by reality
crying tears filled with actuality
earths fingers are now being bent back, pointing to ourselves
we fall back, straight down,heads towards hell
backs being whipped backwards as we begin to spiral
shivvers running down our spines jumping off and commiting suicide
humanity falling, with no parachutes, all of us guilty of inevitable homicide
tempests run towards us with machetes pointed out
aiming for our hearts, tearing our insides apart
broken arms hold broken wrists that hold broken hands that still hold golden lockets
now rusted from corruption and that awful feeling of free blood
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samueltfranklin
Definitely a strong poem, as well as a strong snapshot of frustration and the feeling of inevitable destruction. The lack of punctuation at the ends of your lines pulls the reader quickly to the next, resulting in a panicked, flurrying read which only heightens the feel of the poem. Check out "The Second Coming" by Yeats--there is a strong, similar feel which I think you might enjoy.