Falling Away Yesterday I was worth thousands, but now only the knowledge
of fatality remains. I am destitute, but this is a relief,
the life I once relished now slips away like a worn out overcoat.
My soul sang of beauty and fame, but my spirit shrivelled and
became as a tiny walnut, nobbled and marked. Across the cobbled
streets I once had pushed my fruit cart, growing it into the
biggest and best store in the city.
I lived every day like a peach, rare, juicy and pampered. But
these memories are now as shambolic mirrors in the cruel circus
which beheld me and three me away. Now I see it all like a
lifetime of fractured moments that could have given me rewards
of joy, love and fulfillment.
Now, as I hear the brittle rain on the pavements which are now
my home, I see the crowds, the jeering, shouting people,
pointing, staring and judging me for what I am. A murderer of
the beautiful Emma, who once stood here, holding her red velvet
Is there no respite from emory, haunting and cruel, remembered
The price I pay is that memory, my fall from grace, my forever
shame, atonement can never be mine.
Yesterday I was worth thousands, but now only the knowledge of
fatality remains. Falling Away
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