Falling

Falling

A Poem by RaindropsRoses93

Sleep, to far to grasp

   Like holding on to the breath in my lungs

      My heart not holing the blood it needs

         The blood in my veins rejecting my mind, following suite is my brain

              Cells escaping their home and giving me no direction

                 Falling to the floor, my legs refusing to budge

                    My arms not responding to my desperate plea for movement

                       My eyes so large and yet I can't so who I am

                           The tiny holes in the crook of my arm control me

                              The image in the mirror not showing who I want to be

                                 No more tears to slip down my cheeks, no one to catch me when I fall

                                    In this moment all I have is myself and the girl in the morror.

© 2008 RaindropsRoses93


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Ah! Such a deep and sensitive piece...It's having such a raw and true emotions...

I found the piece very well written too, and while I was reading it I was having some images in front of my mind as if like I myself was falling..

"The image in the mirror not showing who I want to be
No more tears to slip down my cheeks, no one to catch me when I fall"

-I simply loved these lines a lot..
Its wounding and deep.


I found the entire piece very much real..because often many of us feel the same thing and same emotions..
So I think so most of us can relate themselves with it.. And I simply love writes like this...


An awesome read overall..
Thanks for sharing it here and keep writing :)


--Bhavya :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


This is beautiful and so full of raw truth! i really like this. :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


This is a stark, beautiful piece. I think the line "The blood in my veins rejects my mind." is an excellent sense detail/idea. I intuitively sense what this line means; it's something I've sensed before, but never articulated in words. A dark, lyrical piece that is not diverted from its central theme, alienation and powerlessness.

You might want to watch the editing. though. The word "to" in lines 1 and 8 should be "too", and the typo "morror" affects the impact of the ending.

Your images and clean and strong, just follow up on technical clarity.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Well written, I like it.

Posted 16 Years Ago


This is veary beautifuly filled with emotions i love it!!!


***Alayna***

Posted 16 Years Ago


This is very Good .

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on February 6, 2008

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RaindropsRoses93
RaindropsRoses93

poughkeepsie, NY



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