Poetry

Decay

I am falling,
Slow,
Fast,
Swirling into a spiral,
Seems never ending,
Like a spiral of decay,
Forever falling,
Into a spiral of my own self-decay,
Nothing can stop it,
In the eye of the storm,
Is where I stand,
Pleading for a change,
But that would be like a mouse facing a hurricane,
Winds speeding up,
Swallowing whole,
All I had left,
All I wanted to save,
My life,
Has become the decay,
Decay has become my life,
And that's okay.