Falling Down

This storm's catching me, sweeping me off the ground.
There was no sound--just terror--so powerful I couldn't say a prayer.

There I go flying into thin air,

floating away into the dark sky grey.
There's no more to this life, it's over, nothing left.
I try to walk straight but I go left, 

right off the mountain's edge into the cleft.
There I go swooping down, touching nothing but the sky.

There was no truth, only a lie. 

There’s nothing left, so why should I try?
Anger, hatred, irritability, all this is becoming insanity.

No more of me I see, I'm faded to nothing, but something is there. 
I see a light, maybe giving me one last fight, so let's take this flight.
Let's soar and be free, and maybe you'll see the best in me.
I may not be good, but at least here I've stood in your presence, 
but I guess this is just one of my lessons
I messed up with you, seems like I always do. 
Now here I rot away, 

just like a dying stray. 
You left me and now I’m dying, 

but not do I hear you sighing
I'm gone now, you still don't see any good in me. 

There I go washing away, on a path astray,
Nowhere to go, nothing in my vision, 

I'll be dead, dead here in my collision.

Author's Note

Anyone else ever have this feeling of being down? If so, please comment and share your story, yes yours.. it's the only one that counts. Also, comment any other thoughts about the poem. Thanks.