The Fear Of Falling Poem by Paul Anthony Scott

So, is this the fear of falling, the fall which I’ve so often feared?
And, is this feeling of emptiness, one to which I am to revere?
And, is that my friend The Grim Reaper, staring me in the face?
And, are the feelings I have now, destined to be commonplace?
And, if this life thing is easy, why do I want to escape?
And, if my appointment with life came, just when did I become late?
This loneliness that I encounter, is one I can do well without.
These feelings of depravation, I seem to know too much about.

So, this is the fear of falling, this is the fall that I feared.
These are the cries for assistance, the tears I’ve been crying for years.