Michael J. Falotico Poet Free verse

"nightmare"

I'm falling like a raindrop through the trees...
Grabbing branches with emotions on my sleeve...
Free falling in the dark, with grinding fears
that leaves a mark...
A landing not seen in years, all that's waiting
is a puddle of tears...
Cry's so loud that can't be heard, I scratch my name
just to form a word...
Are there arms waiting for me, or is this just my 
destiny...
I hope I wake from this dream, to find nothing is
as it seems...

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Rhia Madison Thomer November 29, 2010 at 10:32 PM this was a breathtaking piece of work, i was enraptured by the power of these words and the honest emotion in them. this was well crafted pen and mind. this is going into my fave collection. --Madison

Linda-Marie Sweetheart November 9, 2010 at 4:39 PM Free falling into loving arms .. think on that and your nightmare will disappear .. enjoyed the suspense in your write my luv.. a great rush and level of entertainment tonight luv.. I am flying solo till Saturday when Ron gets back here..luv.. J.G. not too far away..

Wilma Neels November 9, 2010 at 1:10 PM Vivid imagery Michael, brilliant as always ;) I am so not into scary movies but I am not telling you why lol ~ love Wilma

Carol Sunshine Brown November 9, 2010 at 9:10 AM Enjoyed reading your well written poetry today Michael. Thank you for sharing it. Love, Carol

Dr.Ram Mehta November 9, 2010 at 6:58 AM Very fantastic flight of imagination to create a nightmare like this, Michael

Fabiyas M V November 9, 2010 at 6:16 AM it really created a nightmare.i felt so when i read it.powerful write,Michael.

Andrea Dietrich November 8, 2010 at 8:39 PM A very unusual nightmare, Michael, to be just a raindrop falling into a puddle of tears. Vivid writing! LUv, Andrea

M.I.A . November 8, 2010 at 5:55 PM oh wow! it's a beautiful nightmare the way you described it. thanks for stopping by Michael. sempre

Katherine Wyatt November 8, 2010 at 4:19 PM marvelous metaphor and the pain and feeling is palpable...well done!

Annabelle Jane November 8, 2010 at 3:06 PM This is really good... especially "Cry's so loud that can't heard, I scratch my name just to form a word..." i love it!

Michael J. Falotico November 8, 2010 at 1:44 PM Just saw a scary movie lol...thats what's in my head now.... still love to be scared though lol