Falling

 

Who?

What?

When?

Where?

Why?

How did this happen?

So fast I fell

Into this well

No time to strap in

Seatbelt fasten

Can’t stop rhyming

How’s my timing?

Mind is priming

Emotions climbing

Am I dying?

Or just now alive…

 

There is no rhyme or reason

Pointing treason

Waving finger brazen

 

They say

“hold on

your mind is gone

it’s going too fast!”

(the silly voices in my head)

excuses fly from first to last

 

But to that I say

(With no dismay)

What logic do you speak of?

 

Is a beautiful beach not so upon your first arrival?

Must memories be stored archival?

Concerned with only your survival?

Does it take time to see the glow?

Like inmates waiting on death row?

Afraid to reap that which you sow? 

 

If so long it takes I beg the question

Is it true love or just affection?

Phony feelings fabricated

Rocks in shoes so fake and weighted

 

What I’ve found is beyond words

A spark erupted; clashing swords

I feel no need to sit and ponder

No second thoughts for me to wander

 

My true love sits before my eyes

She smiles, laughs, and yells, and cries

With her my spirit soars and climbs

 

There is no form or structured scheme

Psyche floating down the stream

Skipping beats my heart will scream

Each day I’m living in a dream

M.H. Bones

Author's Note

Why take forever to share your life? Take the plunge. You'll have no regrets but fond memories.