Falling again.
This feeling of falling
now that you have left me,
is unlike the others.
I've reached
the end of that
glorious dive.
At its conclusion,
I did not find
sweet beds of flowers,
or soft autumn clouds.
I did not find
a quiet meadow,
or a cool pillow.
I did not find
the gates of Heaven,
or even the fields of Elysium.
First my head broke
through mysterious waters,
and now I am submerged
in their void.
The water is filling
up my lungs.
They weigh like
buckets of cement,
dragging me
down,
down,
down.
I cry out your name.
You do not answer the call.
I sink deeper and deeper,
down,
down,
down.
I gasp for air,
writhing,
choking,
begging,
for someone to save me.
But I am sinking
down,
down,
down.
Falling again.
