Flash Poem by Justin Baker

I lost sight,
when the sunshine liquid overflowed.
Standing, a figure,
reaching for me.
I'm scared, how should I know,
I didn't understand.
Brushing away the gentle offer,
from the irredecent queen.
I lost sight,
I'm sure I lost more.
My trust, my faith,
sensibility.
Clouds of blooming insecurity,
what forbidden fruit have I tasted?
Where am I falling,
who's lost in the fiery glow.
Millions of questions,
but they're forgotten now.
Descending gentle abyss,
unaware,
pleasant blur.
Happiness,
nirvana,
falling.