Falling Inside Out

Running, running.

My legs can't seem to stop.

Your outstretched hand is mocking me,

and our eyes painfully lock.

I seem to be falling forever.

Holding out for a miracle.

Hoping for a hand,

to take me out of the darkness.

The wind rips my heart,

and all it's contents drop. 

Photos, memories, strips of film,

pouring out, and dropping away.

My hand reaches out,

but all I seem to grab is air.

It's tearing me apart,

It's getting harder to let go,

My realization is a second one too late.

All the things I built,

now crumbling down. 

I hate how it's killing me;

to hold onto my heart..

Reviews

[Eile MacIntyre]

I really love this. Running and reaching for things as they fall and leave us. That first verse is powerful. The whole thing has this feel about that makes it seem almost like it's not a poem, but at the same time it's unbelievably poetic. (that makes no sense, but what can you expect? I don't make sense. :) )

[Alicia Hirshey]

I really like this. The whole poem has a powerful feel to it and it has gotten rare with most poems.

[Lily Mae]

Excellent write..x

[JustNeedToBeHappy]

Very heartfelt and heartbroken. A great piece.

[EmeraldFacet]

Very nice!!