FallingA Poem by SorenThe future, such a perilous decent there is no return from the abyss a fall from birth, to life's mist below Placental security I miss
Past the point of no return I teeter back into the chasm At the balancing point of equilibrium ledge slick, grip slipping, a spasm
A sense of falling in my gut back arched, head thrown back to the sky arms flailing, a sense of sailing all this with me soon will die
I emit a single tear desperate, at anything I clasp I belch out a cry of fear I clutch at hope, but only air I gasp
The fall will do no harm wind rushes past as I drop I try to turn to see what's ahead The danger is in the sudden stop © 2023 SorenReviews
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