The short stories of nEoPOL

Poetry: “Decay” By nEoPOL



From the depth of his heart,

in the cold light of day,

the world would fall upon him,

without word or warrent,

with impact it would slay.


A slave to it’s treachery,

pandering to it’s will,

the man would fear nothing,

until the end,the finality of it’s shrill.


Fallen from grace,risen from decay,

he knew that it would end,

but how or when,

he wouldn’t dare to say.


Copyright © nEoPOL 2008 All rights reserved


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