Falling Into Fear

This is my situation now...I thought I was writing about just gray clouds but this came out....my innermost fears...The reluctance to choose has haunted me for the past year & now even though I stay away from the edge, I still find the earth falling o

 

The heavy gray clouds seem to press down on me,

They’re all around me, they’re all that I see.

Thick, silver mist obscuring my vision,

I wave my hand through it to make an incision.

It doesn’t split open, it just swallows my wrist,

I take back my hand, wet with the perspiration’s kiss.

I try to take a step, but my foot finds a ledge.

It’s but a foot in front of me, & I can’t see the edge.

 

“If I just stay where I am, I know I won’t fall”

I think to myself, trying not to move at all.

But somehow still the ground disappears,

And I plunge face-first into my nightmares & fears.

Reviews

[Adela Muresan]

Great description of the soul's overhelm by desperation and the ''beauty'' of cutting.

A.M.

[MandarinOranges]

ohhh, now this is some excellent writing!!! Especially those last two lines.
I like what you did with the ryhming and it all runs together really well. Nicely done!

[Antonio Valentino]

And then wake up, right before you go splat!
Yep, on the edge, kind of like my picture here.
At least in your dream/poem, you faced your fears head on,
that's good. I have a poem, Breakout, you might like.

Good stuff here poet.
Keep it up!
Rich

[Seriana]

Ahhhh, yes, this very thing is where I live on some very frightening days. I'm always making reference to my head about stepping off the edge, if I could just take that one step, get through that one fear and leap, perhaps I'd not fall, instead I'd fly....
I like this Lizz. Great piece!