Falling too fast for someone to catch me
Reaching out for anything
That might save me
A hand, a branch, a rock
Nothing has come to save me
Deep inside a pit I created
No one is coming and no one ever will
My hands start to slip
Sweat pools at my face
As my grasp starts to loosen
One finger gives out
And another
And another
Soon I am falling
My back to the ground
Face to the sky
I welcome death with open arms
As it engulfs me in a warm hug
So soft yet deadly
Instead of rock ground, I hit your arms
My blood, wiped on your plain shirt
Tears stream down our faces
A sad smile appears as I see who my savior is
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Poems!
PoetrySo this is a book of poems that I have written - my old account was XxLovePoetryxX so this is me still. But again a lot of these are from when I was younger (at least the first few) some of them are also from now a days. Warning updates will be a b...
