Falling
What do you do
When you feel like giving up?
When you keep on striding
In a pitch-black tunnel
And never see a hint of light?
When you gasp for air
After running that extra mile
And ask yourself,
Was your efforts worthwhile?
When you feel the volume of your tears
As they are lured by gravity
To fall down and below
And let The perfect oval teardrop
Burst
As it would reach the cold marbled floors
If you allow yourself
To suffer from an emotional breakdown
Would all these bad feeling break?
Or would they bring you down?
Lying, flying
High and low
Tired of breathing
And watching blood flow
Wondering if jotting your heart in words
Would be enough to fight all these swords
Or even just to understand these twists and turns.
I’m only human.



