I’m falling.
As I fall I see faces.
Half I know,
And either love them to bits,
Or don’t appreciate them for who they are.
The others,
Are the unknown.
Figures of my future,
Or my past.
The faces fly past me as I’m falling.
As they go past,
They say things.
Things that I want,
Or need.
They promise to make,
The pain go away,
To fix my broken heart.
They say they can give me,
A gun,
A knife,
And even a bridge.
Then the faces disappear,
And darkness enfolds me,
I’m picking up speed,
And I see the ground.
It’s getting closer,
And closer.
Then BANG!
I wake up.
very sweet dear. keep growing. lots of love. abhimanyu kumar.s
Brilliant! A well penned and amazing write that clearly gives you away! Great poetic talent you have been blessed with! 10+++ Keep it up, Mandy! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! ... If time permits, please check my most recent posted poem titled: Like a Butterfly, hoping you enjoy! ....
Man, that is some dream! Suggestions, promises.... Nicely written....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
: D thanks 4 all ur lovely comments [3