Fall, My Breath, as the Strings Rise By Alicia Mathew

Fall, My Breath, as the Strings Rise

As I steadily adjoin my impending demise,
If only Life proffered fair,
Fall, my breath, as the strings rise.

Wandering thoughts for a wandering passenger
Aboard the ship of fate, a mere foreigner
As I steadily adjoin my impending demise.

Cease, and be concrete
Persist, and be fictional
Fall, my breath, as the strings rise.

Value, chained behind steel doors of time
Never to be reached by common man
As I steadily adjoin my impending demise.

Freedom, a greater tent there is
The vile shadow that thereof
Fall, my breath, as the strings rise.

Living, although rugged terrain befalls,
Is a path no man takes of will, rather, 
As I steadily adjoin my impending demise,
Fall, my breath, as the strings rise.

Even though Alicia Mathew may be very young, she isn’t new to the poetry world. As she is pushed closer and closer to the beginning of her high school career, Alicia wants nothing more than to leave her mark on the world, as cliché as that may be. In the end, she hopes that her writing will give people a cause for change. 

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