Falling

What is there to hold
In a place like this?
This ladder has no rungs
And I continue to slip
Farther down.
And I don’t make a sound.

I must be falling
In a this perpetual place.
Other souls rise above.
I still feel so encased.
What a mess.
What greater disgrace
Is there left to confess?

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2 responses to “Falling

  1. I really like this, it’s very relatable for me right now!

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