The 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
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Dear Sorenbarrett, what a fall it is, I have a recurring dream like this, yet I always wake up before I hit the floor, you just spooked me out lol what fabulous lines so dramatic and so very believable 💖
Thank you Teddy for the review and most generous words of comment they are most appreciated.
Where ya going? Where ya falling to?
I had a fall on a country walk - fell in a pile of manure! lol (Did I?)
Always falling forward into the future dear friend, sometimes falling backward into the past. Thanks for the read Orchi.
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