![]() Falling ManA Poem by Mr. Q
Life is like standing on top of a mountain,
If you’re strong you don’t fall, If you’re weak you fall like water from a fountain, I was strong, I could run, jump, and never worry about falling of that mountain, Until now, I cry out, I’m slipping, My body can’t hold me, What’s wrong with me, Why am I falling, The mountain roars and tells me, You know why you can’t stay, Yes I do, is it because I wasted my days, Is it because I let my love slip away, As I float down the side of the mountain like a piece of paper in the wind, I look to the top of the mountain and All I see is your face, Our memories, Your love you once had, The opportunity I let slip away, What will I do, Should I scream, Should I cry, No, I deserve this, I’ve been falling for a weeks now, There’s is no bottom, I will fall until I can find my way back up to the top, It’s seems hard but it is where I must be. © 2018 Mr. Q |
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