Free Falling

Daisy Peasblossom on May 27, 2009

Tags: disruption, fear, insecurity, panic

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The way is not always clear.

Out of control,

Can’t touch the ground

Surrounded by cacophony,

No harmony,

No melody.

Falling

Inside shards

of blood red glass

Trying to find a grip

So the spinning will end

I am no sky diver

I’m tumbling

End

Over

End.

Roots severed

How can this be?

Never any

Surety

For

Me.

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Comments (7)

Eunice Tan on May 27, 2009
Good choices of words. Perfect.
kate smedley on May 28, 2009
The form of this poem fitted it perfectly … I get days like that too, like the imagery of the ’shards of blood red glass’
clafleur on May 28, 2009
cool, i like it
Atanacio on May 28, 2009
I like the way this streamed
PR Mace on May 28, 2009
A good poem to let your emotions flow free.
Milton H Peebles III on May 28, 2009
That so good!
Ruby Hawk on May 28, 2009
You express how we feel in a time of uncertainity and doubt.Well done.

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