The Fall

For Psychology.

 

It always begins

In the same manner:

In the middle of the

Fall, so that I have

No ability to stop

Myself from

                        F

                         A

                           L

                            L

                             I

                              N

                                G

Through the air –

The air, that I

Suddenly realize

Is not like the

Sky should be,

But is rather

Black and dark,

An unstoppable

Chaotic mess –

And plunging

Toward the

Unyielding ground.

My own vulnerability

Always strikes me now –

My own disability

To stop myself

Or slow the fall.

How did I get here?

I ask myself.

Did I simply trip –

Is this not my

Fault at all, but

A complete mistake

Of someone else’s

That I am now paying for?

Or did I jump –

Did I decide

That I could not

Live with this

Insecurity any longer?

Of course,

Before I have the

Chance to figure any of

This out, I awaken – scared and

Uncertain of the events that just occurred.

 

Reviews

[Antonio Aguilar]

I don't usually like free form poems but this was pretty good.

[justjenn_2u]

I love your style of writing. You give a brilliant illusion to the reader.

[Andromeda]

great. the format is really cool w/ this. for insomnia right?