Free falling from heaven I think I found myself in hell,
Where right is wrong and to write is my way back home.
Free falling from heaven I broke my wings on my way down.
Nothings familiar as I look around,
Free falling down from heaven,
Now I’m on a journey back up the mountain.
Free fell from heaven the only thing I found here was myself.
Death only exist and exits in memory, were we ever truly alive or just here,
A nose dive from heaven waking up in tears.
Let me back in I know I’m not supposed to be here.
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Charles Walton
I am a poet and a man. Just a few of my poems, if you like them my book is now available on Amazon “Letters to Myself Through Time"
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