Falling Quickly Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

I tell myself what i need,
and surprising i don’t care,
holding on to the beam,
and slipping down to waste away,
hit the shallow sand,
i try to lift myself up,
and all i have done, and all i have gave,
means nothing as i am loosing everything,
trying to grasp the little bit,
i was able to grab onto,
and it seems i am just wasting away,
years go bye,
and after all this time,
i thought i would have everything,
but in the end, i find im empty,
all this time spent, chasing shadows,
to catch the darkness i was running after,
as i fall, i can mumble save me, save me! ! ! !