I often have inspiration on feelings of falling.
Note: not the happiest poem ever.
I'm running in the dark,
terrified and blind.
Swooping feeling, I miss a step,
and I'm falling in my mind.
I reach out wildly.
Please, someone, a helping hand?
I cry as no one finds me.
No comfort when I land.
Crashing into solid ground.
Pain and hopelessness engulf me.
My hands find nothing; no one's coming.
I fix myself; I can't have pity.
Dust off my hands and wipe my face.
Time to climb back up again,
to find the light and things I love.
My life is on the mend.
The cycle will repeat again.
I run; I fall; I break.
Always solo, nothing changes.
No outside comfort for me to take.
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