These Walls Poem by joanne tasker

These walls feel like they are slipping away,
I’m standing on the one floorboard that stays in place,
I see my world melting right before my eyes,
I’m forced to watch as I see my hopes die,
The spot where I’m standing starts to give way,
I look up at the world I took such time to create,
It’s all falling apart as my feet begin to fall,
I’m melting away with all the walls,
Darkness surrounds me and I know that I’ve lost,
Free falling without knowing when I’ll stop,
Certain of one thing unsure of the rest,
I will die from this fall and that’s probably best.