Falling, falling
Help I’m calling
Broken bones
On hard stone walling
Not so good
Bright red blood
Drips from wall
Where once I stood
Need a hand
Cannot stand
Feeling sick
Not so grand
Getting manic
Start to panic
I went down
Just like Titanic
Watching clock
Now in shock
Having cracked
My head on rock
Next a shout
I pass out
Help is coming
Without doubt
Throbbing head
Woke in bed
Wishing I’d stayed
Off wall instead
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope this wasn't you my friend - but told with the flair and flow of a real writing pro. From me a certain 10. fondly from Fay.