Biting the poetry bullet....

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Under the meager light which shown through the clouds,
The callow miscreant forgot.
As the world seemed to surround him with its dull glow,
He forgot.
Try as he did to remember, some things cannot be done;
This seemed to be one.
He forgot.
And as this pain and anxierty he felt eased, numbness
Burning numbness, took it's place.
And as he fell down from the precarious perch on which he stood,
He remembered.
But too late, as his descent quickened, he thought:
Will I ever touch the ground again?