Falling in slow motion.
Gasping for what fuels life.
Nothing in sight to slow this descent.
A never ending view of blue.
With the wish to see something new.
I guess I shouldn't have worn these shoes.
But they said I would love them because they were new.
Falling in slow motion.
Hungry for what fuels life.
Eyes close, to take the sleep that ends my view.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Been there done that with new shoes nice poem Well written