The Fall

When I tire of seeing, I look within
What I’m searching for is buried in sin

At this point I close my eyes
I cannot watch my own demise

As my sight goes, my hearing comes
Waves crash against my eardrums

For a moment I forget
Of each and every last regret

But it is only for a moment
Reality returns, and I grasp it

But my hold is slipping
And the ledge is tipping

I do not fear the fall
When I land, it will be soft

Reviews

[poetgurl]

But my hold is slipping
And the ledge is tipping

I do not fear the fall
When I land, it will be soft

Love this part, this is a great write and flow.

[Wolf Towne]

Thank you so much, I really appreciate that

[Davidgeo]

"I do not fear the fall
When I land, it will be soft"

It's where we find our true selves.