Fallen

Ignorance is the fall from grace.

            Patterns burnt their lives with fear.

And inside blue eyes the dark remains.

 

The moon crescents a resting place.

            The Rorschach ink is leaking clear.

Ignorance is the fall from grace.

 

Swinging like a witch it hangs.

            A caldron full of rude ears.

And inside blue eyes the dark remains.

 

The sickness is a thing unchanged

            Twisted inside to hold a tear.

Ignorance is the fall from grace.

 

Of blood and flesh within a face

            Comes spiders living in a beard.

And inside blue eyes the dark remains.

 

It will not leave without a trace.

Or hold a pillow to a brain.

Ignorance is the fall from grace.

And inside blue eyes the dark remains. 

© Nicole DiCarlo 2007-2014. Any unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from the owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Nicole DiCarlo [NikDiCarlo] as the author with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

Reviews

[SuspectGray]

I enjoyed the imagery of this poem. Not everyone would know what Rorschach ink is ...soooo bravo on that. A nice dark poem to get my morning going ( : O )

[ANM]

Behind a facade of beauty can lie a black and ugly core... very good poem it works!

[Michael G. Smith]

Awesome write!! Ignorance is the choice we make and it will cause or down fall.