Empty holes,
Falling, falling falling
Sense of belonging, Long lost,
Sense of hope, Trashed forever
Longing for love, Longing for touch, Longing for life
But still I am
Falling Falling Falling
Pushing away the hand of help
Want to stand on my own two feet
Deeper I fall, The blackness engulfs
Falling Falling Falling
Failing myself, Failing those around me
Living in fear, Living in dread
Better off dead, Better of silent, Better off alone
But terrified of silence, Of being alone
Want life, Want hope, Want light
But yet all I can continue doing is
Falling Falling Falling
YOU ARE READING
My poetry
PoetryI write from my heart and from life experiences. I have a disabled son who was not expected to make it. Some are about him, some about a abusive situation I was in, some just love.
