athena bell

Falling - Poem by athena bell

Drifting like a snowflake
My mind spins
Down, Down

The wind's fingertips feel, caress
I am falling
Down, Down

Wings of an angel, feathers of an eagle
but still I am falling
Down, Down

With no hopes of breaking free
I submit, the pits of red
they welcome me.
Down, Down

The end, it comes
The breaking point, I see
Down, Down

I am Free

Comments about Falling by athena bell

  • Rookie Jared Ashby (4/22/2008 7:06:00 PM)

    may someone grab your hand, nice piece. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 14, 2010

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