Friday, February 21, 2014

Falling Down


My brilliant show has ended,
Seeing all happiness has descended.
I begin to feel weak,
As all begin to speak.

They wonder what is next
As they look at their index.
My smoke is still rising,
As evidence of my resizing.

With all hope of more
Leaving me no longer adored
I begin to fall down
To the artificial ground.

©2014 Brady Burgener

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