Downward Fall Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

My soon future, stop working, too near, view pits of life, work end face, dazzled, it's an ace, having no job, retirement; isn't great for me: kept in a race.

This reality fated has a trap laid, it's to bust any man, intending, it to kill me, a timeless evil, take a death thrust, rippling its fear; shears: in once able bones rust.

My life treasure, on this dated, yet to be sunk ship, in a low chamber hid, with this ax, to cut, towering in one hand, there, slice someone's neck, across a rip; dip: a sentenced fate.

This brainless, darken state, is not a direct conscious to good, cage inside a tangle, knotted, a damp wet prison, filthy, resettled wrangle, final destiny; it is a froze corpse: mangle death.

Everybody has a truth, told wisdom, sown life, conveys your destiny, trapped in, it is a fool, sent into a hell alone, having full rent, to lye within, bent a sad gift: a factor seen full age.

Infant's birth, becomes elder, rebirth him into, fallen horrors, found in a coffin, no repair, buried low in hard ground, eternal palace, fair; its home of despair: it's a grave.

One's autumn, to come a day, reveals a tragic factor, yell of, tell your song flaw, stating your life story, turn reality to a fate aging, be summed up, totals; fallen in a closed cell: larger cage.

Life, set rays that glow, to fall downward, in this swim, row years in ages, activities to live, into cut destiny, slow in descent, unfortunate its imminent, of those old; their death: fated time.