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Poem: The Fall

The comedown
after the high
The fall
from soaring heights
The crash that makes me think
I’m about to die

The tulip that bloomed
only to wither
The reminder that I’m not
what I drew in the picture
The reason why I
never wish to remember
The silence of the music
and the fiddler

A fallback to me
before yesterday
before I knew sun
and lived in shade
This is the me
where I have to fake
Draw on the mask
Yes, I’m okay

Nothing lasts forever.

Thanks for reading,

Jordan Antonacci
Twitter: @misterhushhush

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