A spectrum of falling and flying.
More precisely a fast drop right at top of a crest.
The slower and slower mental climb.
Brought on by a deceptive easy start.
The rise and fall and rise again proceeded by another fall.
So fast so repetitive.
In a span of a day.
But the lows will be long lasting.
I’m stuck on the top of a crescent afraid to slide down.
A crescent -high of efficiency.
Quickly depletes away.
A wispy grasp-
Falls – low of energy deficiency.
A steep valley,
An uphill climb, partook
Against a grain of depleted
Energy flow.
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R.R.Hannaman
I have been writing a lot of stories and poems for a long time. It is nice to have a place to share it. I like to write about varying topics in my poem. I am constantly working on my world building and stories about my world Avaboya.
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