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The Garden of Fall

Poetry By: Ian Dawn

For the Poetry Factor competition

Submitted:Nov 7, 2011    Reads: 43    Comments: 22    Likes: 11   

I stand upon the threshold to my secret place

Where reality is nothing but a remembered dream

Try as I might to recall the lines of your face

I can only stand, head in hands and silently scream

I look towards the horizon as dusk creeps in,

And see threads of my life slowly drift away.

To live a life entirely based around lust and sin,

Is a sure fire way, that in my garden I will stay.

The punishment handed down for my unatoned strife,

Is to view the changing seasons from the mountain tall.

No amount of heroic poetry can renew my disgraced life,

As I must stay now and forever, a statue in the Garden of fall


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