The First Fall

Parsa

Thought I was happy when I stood at the top,
A smile on my face, yet my soul wore disguise,
A fate to fall had come, no warning, no stop,
The world kicked me down from the boundless skies.

No one there to catch me, neither family nor ties,
Plummeting in the air, scrambling in extreme,
I reached for the gods, yet proved to be lies,
Finally, exhausted, I let go of all my dreams.

All I had desired now faded from sight,
A bright world replaced by the absurd in mind,
Diving so deep, with a vast, endless sigh,
Swallowed by the void, where no light could I find.

I prayed for the end, for the pain to release,
Waiting to hit the floor, to taste a slight peace.

 

03/13/2025

  • Author: Parsa (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 4th, 2025 05:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: “'Can it be that I have not lived as one ought?' suddenly came into his head. 'But how not so, when I've done everything as it should be done?'” — The Death of Ivan Ilyich, Leo Tolstoy
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  • arqios

    Welcome to MPS 🕊️🙏🏻

    • Parsa

      Thank you! I'm happy to be here.

      • arqios

        Most welcome 🙏🏻🕊

      • sorenbarrett

        These are feelings that many have somewhere in life. Deeply felt it reads well and with a sense of desperation. Well done

        • Parsa

          Thank you! I appreciate your kind words.

        • Poetic Licence

          A very relatable write, a sense of desperation written in a sensitive way, enjoyed the read

          • Parsa

            Thank you for reading, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

            • Poetic Licence

              You are very welcome

            • Tony36

              Great write

              • Parsa

                Thank you

                • Tony36

                  You're not



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