Falling
Falling.
In one swift motion,
Through love and hate.
Not knowing where you are,
Or where you are going.
Having only the power
To sit...
And wait...
For the end.
But, seemingly,
It never comes.
No.
Never.
Teasing you,
Torturing you.
Knowing that you have no control.
You are still falling.
Uncontrollably.
And then you crash.
Rock bottom.
Left only to look back.
At where you started...
Falling.
Copyright © Jonathan White | Year Posted 2007
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