Falling In

Falling In I’m falling in a trap, sliding down the hill Tumbling, bouncing, rolling, just like Jack and Jill Broken like the dishes, laying in the floor Hearing the gusting wind blow, with a mighty roar Turning in my shackles, bound within these chains Now comes bad weather, pelting me with rain. Feeling peoples energy thumping in my brain Traveling swiftly down like an old freight train. The tapping on my head, and beating on my chest Imagining I must look, like a weathered leather vest Resigned to my misery, waiting for the morn Resting, waiting, wondering as my body they adorn I see them looking down to my body at rest As they point my feet towards the river to the west Now I hear a song, sounds like Sara McLaughlin Darkness settles in they’re closing my coffin