Falling
The whole world is out to get me
so I run away; I hide.
In the garage, under the bed,
On the roof.
No one bothers to look for me anymore.
I am being abandoned.
So as I sat on the roof, I wondered
what it would be like if I jumped.
Would it feel like I was flying?
Will it be what I imagine?
Or will I fall to the ground quickly,
landing in a deflated heap?
I want to fall forever.
Copyright © Jess Powers | Year Posted 2010
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