FALLEN VERSES

Fallen Verses

Fallen verses

Betrayed voices

Demented looks

In crowded spaces

Let’s back up

To when we was young

Tiny eyes

Twisted lies

Said I was late

Beside me, was my mate

Sweat profusing

Eyes confusing

Delayed reaction

Pain in my palm

Stood on the bench

Till my lunch

Could’ve been a good boy

Done my home work

Could’ve come first

Prepared for the worst

Stomach protruding

Thighs convulsing

Walking is a sin

Life is a din

Woke up at six

Very early, got my fix

Lost vital time

Writing rhymes

Retarded petard

Exploding St. Bernard

Drink in his barrel

Couldn’t survive the quarrel