Falling
Falling,spinning, twisting,
out of control.
Winds toss me,
this way and that.
Blue above,
red below.
Alone, crying, searcing,
for a way.
The rain falls,
cold and hard.
The ground aprouches.
Death.
Copyright © Kassandra Phelps | Year Posted 2011
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