Rise While You Fall Poem by Saju Abraham

They tried to break me in vain.
They know I’m a free soul,
They know I’ve no souls to care.
They try to tear me down,
By the hem of my flaw.

They know to rip my heart.
My hopes before me they dangle;
I trail them like bees to flowers.
I know I’m the kill targeted;
Don’t the moths know it too?

I shall let them prey upon me,
And not beg them for mercy;
I shall stagger but stand,
Until they throw me off my feet.