A poem I wrote a while back.

“I’m sorry!” I yelled, falling so fast,

Gravity wins again, here comes the crash,

I wish to say to you once more,

That I’m sorry I hurt hurt you,

But was interrupted by the floor.

I cringe once more, expecting pain,

But none comes, it’s somehow not the same,

I do not feel, I’m far too numb,

Standing up slowly, I feel so dumb.

“You’re not worth it” I hear,

and sharply I turn,

Gravity’s confirmed my greatest fear,

You ceased to live, I came to learn.

“You’ll pay one day” I tell myself,

But a “not” creeps right in,

with the uttermost stealth.

I fight the fight but i know I cannot win.

I told you each day we shared,

That I’d always love you,

and that I’d always care,

But the trial of separation was proven to you.

I sprinted with grace to the top of the hill,

Gravity said he doesn’t want me too?

Time once more, for my favorite thrill,

sitting on the edge I follow through.

I’m falling in silence, so unsurprised.

I’m happy I’ll crash, happy to find you,

“Matthew” I hear, I open my eyes,

looking up at my lovely not dead, but alright.

1
Liked it
Comments (0)

Currently there are no comments related to "Gravity’s Work". You have a special honor to be the first commenter. Thanks!

Leave a Comment

Hi there!

Hello! Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!

Find the Spot

Loading