Hey, this one was for a competition... the theme: Gravity
Gravity, gravity,
your strength back to earth it beckons
nine point eight metres per second
squared!
Just joking (sorry to those I have put off already)
Suffers the same as all my poems, I think; incosistent if existant rhythm, although I really do like the last verse.
Anyway, here it is. Enjoy:
See him;
See the lines on his face.
In the light,
They are cracks casting shadows on his skin,
Dark and hollow,
Like his eyes.
And all the scratches,
Scrawled across his face,
Are a thousand memories,
Aching for life.
When he was young,
He was tall;
Chasing the moon,
Chasing dreams.
And these memories,
Now dull and dry,
Were alive;
He lived them,
He loved her.
But now she had returned,
To the earth from whence she came,
And he too,
Slowly, surely,
Is sinking,
His heart, his scars, his bones,
Are victims of gravity,
A long way from home.
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