Falling Poem by Kristina Louisa Carr

Lost words return to me like fog on rainy afternoons
When conversations lose their meaning like cartoons
I feel the breath of all seconds when the moments stand still
While an eerie silence is circling my aura for a lasting thrill
Shift-shaping memories become illusions of imminent pain
When I scream into the darkness bound by an iron chain

As illicit dreams of travels release meanings previously confined
Quiet tears are gathered as witnesses in ponds for peace of mind
Hiding between mirrored walls is a task spellbindingly clear
When the dust in my eyes makes tomorrow almost disappear
The darkness is warm and comforting in a small empty room
Like compacted dirt piled in layers on a fresh marble tomb

Questions become answers in a familiar world without a sound
As the ice ruptures and angry waves collide on common ground
When glass breaks into a thousand pieces small and undefined
I can compartmentalize my choices written in Braille for the blind
But the lines of my borders become blurry like an infinite grey sky
And breathing appears to be easy when living is just waiting to die

I put my foot down shattering the ground of concrete and steel
But my balance had been lost during a ride on the Ferris wheel
Hiding under the looking glass was an idea that came to me in the rain
Now the umbrella has been lost that shielded me from the pain
Individual sweet notes from a tune long forgotten I now recall
But I can't apply the brakes and in a large mirror I slowly fall