Hits and Misses
My head explodes in confusion
Blood seeps out of the contusion
I feel deep into an abyss
Head spiralling, I am in a mess
Yet my heart it feels the zest
Of new experiences
It beats so hard as I fall
And I can not even recall
How I got here, how I found myself
Is this abyss I just hope I am blessed
And that I get out of it alive
I am doing my best to survive
As different colours
Different images of angels and demons pass by
I want to duck my head and hide
But I can't even do anything to shut my eyes
I find myself falling out of control
It takes me back to the rabbit hole
Where I bared my soul
Where I felt my flow
And in a golden glow
I feel as if there's stories here to be told
Of ancient histories and memories
Where my my mind can't be deceived
I sense for the first time like I am free
Is this an abyss of nightmares or dreams
But maybe that's my duality
Maybe this is my conscious reality
Maybe this is transcendence
Maybe this lacks any substance
Maybe this abyss is bottomless
Maybe this is a dream that is limitless
Who knows when I will stop falling
Maybe someday someone, will hear me calling
But this is, just what it is
A life of falling and hits and misses.
Copyright © Fauxcroft Wade | Year Posted 2018
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