Falling

Falling

A Poem by Pyrrha Rayn
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What is with me today??

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Why are you here tears?
                I’m trying so hard to understand….
Why I feel this way right now..
                Why it feels like I’m standing on a glass tower..
Watching the glass shatter around me…
                And suddenly I realize I’m falling…
The wind sucking the life from my lungs…
                It’s almost serene till I remember what’s happening

I’m falling.
                Enduring one of my biggest fears

To be what trapped in this state for what feels like
                An eternity
Only to be broken by the sudden connection of reality
                I’ve fallen like this before
And I know this fear all too well
                I can feel the fear spreading through my body
As despair wells deep inside
                I look around wildly trying to find anything
That could provide a saving grace
                But all I see are the glass shards around me
Reflecting memories
                I watch in a silent stupor
As each one falls around me
                I look up one last time
Absorbing the smile of the sun
                It sounds like such a sweet melody
That’s beginning to dance around me
                When suddenly it hits
Breaking everything I am
                The melody is gone
And, ah there it is again
                That familiar sound

Of silence.
                Pain is racing through my body
No sounds no chance of peace
                Just this miserable crushing silence
As the darkness creeps over my broken body
                Falling from my dreamscape to here
Back to reality, to darkness, and despair
                Why can’t I stay there?

Why am I forced to go each time I feel
                I’ve finally become safe
Maybe that’s why
                I’ve never really felt safe at all
Because once I do
                Something happens
And down I go
                Falling all over again

And again, and again, and again
                A lesson I’ll never seem to learn
I continue to climb up each time with less
                And less hope that this time
Maybe I won’t fall
                I wonder which fall
Will finally be the one that actually kills me
                And I won’t have anything left
That’ll help me mend myself
                Pick myself up
And try climbing again. 

© 2014 Pyrrha Rayn


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Added on May 7, 2014
Last Updated on May 7, 2014
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Pyrrha Rayn
Pyrrha Rayn

The Wonderland In My Brain., MT



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