Falling Poem by Kyle Richards

Falling



Falling,
Spinning, swirling, out of control,
My life is falling down an endless hole,
Brief glances of a field of red,
Brief thoughts that I can not but dread,
Despair, desire, delirium my friends,
You’re all I have now in the end,
My sweet passage of a blissful rest,
Has become a creeping nightmare at best,
The sleep that has been taken, nay stolen,
Makes my heart heavy an swollen,
Yet I continue to tumble out of control,
In my ever darkening, my endless hell hole.

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