Falling Poem by Gloria Kim

Falling



Hope pin-pricked goes spiraling down
whistling in shock of the sudden wound.
A flabby balloon, it falls from the sky
plummeting gravelly real
into a sea of inverse heights,
giving nothing, losing all,
bestowing only a personal taste
of universal pain.

Monday, April 23, 2012
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