I Stand, I Fall Poem by Sneha Murali

i'm standing over a flight of stairs
seeing the spiral resembling my life
i'm walking down, there's no faster way
my life slowly plumenting down

all the colour gone outta my life
i'm sitting here painting my heart red
hollow inside, still yet to start
drawing a mind inside of my head

now i'm standing near a dusty corridor
it resembles my life at home
the fights, the make ups, the pain, the love
all floating randomly through a narrow road

all those feelings i felt yesterday are gone
and all that's left is my emptied soul
an anchor of trouble weighing me down
and i'm unable to get up and move around

i'm now standing at the top of a cliff
my wings stapled, pushed to fall
praying my virtues cushion the pain
and closing my eyes, leaving it all

cant mend what's already broken
doesn't matter where i stand
cos pain i will feel and tears i will cry
unless there's somebody to hold my hand


Copyright © 2009 by Sneha Murali