The Cry of the Fallen One

Hey there, can you hear me? My spirit has filled the air in there for centuries. Are you listening, to the echo? It's morbid source is torching the planet from within. Is there any question of a better weapon? Worldly, subterranean bliss...the solitude of the heavens, a thing I will miss.
Hey there, can you see me? Begun as flesh in reality but now I'm dreaming. Are you okay? Do ya feel....okay. The heavenly bodies you're watching will all go away.. no one there to save you, from the fright the world's become. I've lost myself up there, somewhere in the sun.
Hey there, is it safe to go outside? Are mom and dad at peace? Did anyone survive? I was just as surprised as you, at this intergalactic zoo. It took form all the same, and oh how it grew.................

Reviews

[Ruth]

This is unique and got me thinking. So many thoughts about this piece but hard to pin one down. It speaks to me of creation in many ways and not always with a light tone of feeling, on the other hand seems quite apocalyptic...perhaps there isn't much difference...cool write though :)

[Leif+Henry]

many people may think poetry is anything but sumblime. A shadow

in a room,

from the moon. You certainly know what I mean. Well done!

[Nwang]

This is great work....I like your imagination, your poetry reminds me of Jim Morrison. Keep it up.

[Emily]

I love it!
Lovely write!
Keep it up!!

[LazerRays]

this is really good. i experienced real emotions!!!