Poets of the Falls

This is one crazy poem and i hope people can read past the words the facade and find the desire within the unsettling soul, and understand. A friend of mine on facebook once wrote:

A 15 year old girl holds hands with her 1 year old son. People call her a slut. No one knows she was raped at 13. People call another guy fat. No one knows he has a serious disease causing him to be over weight. People call an old man ugly. No one knew he had a serious injury to his face while fighting for our country in the war. Never judge harshly on appearance . You never know what it's hiding until you scratch a little deeper.

Poets of the Fall

His world crumbles out of fear

In a world drenched with nothing but tear

The endless tears in his eyes speak about throbbing

And I watch him from the mirrors of shadows sobbing

Never blaming fate for his misery he held his pain in silence

And now only his words stand as living proof for his pain as witness

The dance of the shadows gives birth to the poets of the fall

Born out of loneliness a heart breaks, though it swore to stand tall

Betrayed by the world that claims his pain its nutrition

Living in shadows cast by isolation and self-mutilation

Words drowned in forsaken tears under the dying flame

And yet for the pain the world is one to blame

He had the world in one hand, and nothing in the other

And life decided to isolate him from the world and smother

And he was the ship’s anchor

The breathless soul that sinks to let the ship break to the surface

Lapsing into the merciless dark sea in bleakness that was merciless

And into the night he carried his destiny, the forsaken boulder

On his back, he crawled until he could no more any further

Yet he never cried until now, watching his world turn to debris

And he decided to take the final stand to set his restless soul free

So tell me after the last petal of the Sakura tree crashes to the floor

Who will tend to the wounds of the broken poets, wounds that sore

Scramble on the floor, the present was just a dream

And now the sun’s rays of light die beam after beam

And after everything falls apart for the poet, what does tomorrow hold,

For those rewarded with hate for their words instead of gold

Resting on the floor are the ashes of a star barely breathing

And poetry’s token has turned into self-induced poisoning

Silence, before the final raid

Rest assure this pain will fade

Do I even what to know the price you have paid

And the sorrowful soul of yours you had to trade ?

In the tormenting silence of the darkness

You pretend to find peace within the madness

The divine has tested you up to a threshold

And in the final words of the power you find a stronghold

I hear the heart in tormenting pain sigh

And yet I don’t understand why

The poet crumbles burning in raging fires broken

With the his last will written with his own blood unspoken

The street silent and deadly makes poetry that people never heard

And the cage finally breaks letting go of the bird whose words were unheard

In the darkness that settles on your chest you crumble

And with the weight of the world you stumble

You claim the knife to be the road to peace

And finally the light you are able to seize

~sakura tree= cherry tree