The Descent (poem)
You see me now the way I am;
See my clothes, torn and tattered.
I stand before you, half a man,
Heart heavy and spirit fractured.
But I was once like you, you know?
Before the fall, before all THIS.
I had a home, a place to go.
Then from employ I was dismissed.
Though I struggled, though I fought,
I found no work, no open door.
Wasn’t long before I could not
Afford my life anymore.
My bills unpaid, duties unmet
I was cast upon the streets
With no money, on all sides beset;
A new set of duties now to be met.
This, dear friends, is how it passed
That I lost myself, was thrown down.
But though my person is now outcast
My spirit WILL NOT be bound.
by anonymous