Free Fall

More college writing.

I feel like if I scream I won't be heard.

I've been checkmated, but I'm playing myself.

There's no where to go.

I turn around 

and a brick wall stands where there was a clearing.

Just when I think I found the meaning

behind all those things I've been questioning.

I'm flipped upside-down and all my change falls out.

I take the curves in stride,

but they're turning into angles.

Each point becomes sharper,

tearing into me,

just wanna be free,

but no one can see.

I'm always the helper,

but never do I see the outstretched hand

that I wait for in vain.

So I plant my palms down on the cement,

pick myself up

and hope the next time it won't be so bad.

I want the weight off my shoulders,

but I know it'll never be.

I put it there myself,

not purposely.

All I'm askin' is for a little help.

I need to know my scream will be heard,

catch me when I fall

'cause if I step over the edge

I'm not gonna make it.