Fall From Grace

When I turn my back

on love

I fall from grace

face first

down the slippery slope

off the straight & narrow

I am a Fool

for taking that first step

blindly, like the child I am

my wide grin becomes me

& my pearly whites flash

brief moments of pure brilliance

I lose sight of love

& for a split second

I am left winded

clutching at straws

that seem to stick to me

like bidibids

Once again I am chastened

all that I have become

hangs on one long bated breath

my fingertips trace the outline

of your stoic shadow

I watch you fade to black, petrified

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