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…
