Fallen?

A
Dream
Fallen
Speaks to me
As I elude hopes
Of its revival
Its voice calls
Echoes
“I’m
Dead.”

It
Works
The plan
Now I chase
Refuse to give up
The smile on my face
Alive still
Fallen
No
More

The poem comprises of two Fibonacci-Reverse Fibonnaci combination. A Fibonacci poem has no limitation on the number of lines in the poem, but the syllables go in the Fibonacci sequence i.e. 1-1-2-3-5-8 and so on.

Shared at Theme Thursday (Prompt – Face).

Written as part of the April A to Z in 26 Days challenge, and 30 poems in 30 days, NaPoWriMo challenge.

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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