The ballad of Harriet Down

A Poem by Catherine Drake

Downwards Falling treading thin.

Breaking down not breaking in

She thought I was lost

I thought I was grand

But downwards falling breaks no man

A woman by the name of Harriet

Once woke up

In a big silver chariot

Caught in the moons lights

And a Downwards Falling kin

Poor Harriet

Was wearing thin.

A Downwards Ghost next to a

Downwards man

With Harriet’s brother who almost kicked the can

Make no mistake I know I can

Defeat the beast that led Harriet astray

I won’t let it deter

one

day

Downward falling treading thin.

Breaking down but breaking in

She thought I was lost

I thought she was grand

But Downwards Falling breaks again

Author's Note

Is there any grammer mistakes i missed? How can i make it sound more smooth?

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Added on March 15, 2017
Last Updated on March 15, 2017
Tags: depression, death, life, living, music, historical poetry, historical, london

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