Falling Poem by Vishal Sharma

My Maker is calling,
Ready to finally meet
He's running, he's crawling
I try to hold on
Yet I keep on falling
Deep into dark
No longer am I stalling
I loose my grip
My heart pounds faster
As reality begins to slip
My life flashes before me
When my eyes aren't mine to see
I trust the world, yet not for free
Now I will go blind
My Maker yells, he sighs
My faith and I, we fall
Deeper we go down
Reality is no longer raw...
I am falling.