Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Someone's lost their balance,
abandoned poise.
Stupefied by lies,
he stumbles outside the lines.
the way back,
will he find?

His way back inside these lines,
within the confines of these desperate times.

Blaring are his heart's crimes.

The circle loses its form.
architecture deteriorated by conjecture
adulterated by bitter hatred
with weakened walls.
the fortress falls.

Good poem.

I really like this a lot...the imagery stands out ( like architecture might )....it paints a nice picture of a relationship crumbling, made me think of a fallen empire....well done