And Then He Falls


And Then He Falls

Broken with sadness

Bleeds he not enough?

Head between his hands

Weeps he not enough?

A heart too long broken

Does he not ache enough?

Theirs was a troubled road

And now

A tormented separation

Yet he walks the fields of night

Content with the hope

That fate

Wont leave him here

Alone

That she will come to him

In beauty

And in dreams

And that the pain

These long years left

Will be gently

Washed away

So he steps out to the edge

Of that lovely abyss

And he trembles

And then he falls

And falls

And falls

© Ann Bagnall 2013.

The Fallen Angel (Ricardo Bellver, 1877), in M...
The Fallen Angel (Ricardo Bellver, 1877), in Madrid, cast in bronze for the third Paris World’s Fair (1878). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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