Falling

Falling is a Universe of its Own

Everyone, everywhere knows

The sensation of falling

But some better than others

Every time I look down I see

Another piece of sky get dirty

Another child on his face

Another puddle forming with rain

More falling

……………falling

……………………falling.

I knew a girl once

Who took a tumble from grace

She just wanted to be different

She thirsted for drama to care about

She was desperate for excitement

And sought after attention

It was a simple story,

Told a thousand times before-

But this didn’t have a happy ending,

It was a painting for realism.

She realized some things

She wanted to get away,

Chasing after what was fair or not

But she came back… different

And just like that

She found herself falling

…………………Falling

………………………..Falling

Much appreciation to those who read the whole poem. I hope you liked it and will consider reading more of my recent work.

…BRD…

I write poetry, prose, and personal pieces. All images are mine unless indicated otherwise. Feel free to leave feedback on my work anytime; I hope you enjoy.

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