Repeating the cycle,
I'm falling again.
Down the rabbit hole.
Here we go again.
I've been on this ride before.
But the fall still scares me.
As I rush to the Earth.
I'm screaming again.
Crying for someone to save me.
For angel wings to swoop down.
Hell I'd settle for demons
To rise up and save me.
Bottom is a rock.
Where I have made my home.
A place where the sky is so far away.
And if I go any deeper, I'll never come back.
Because if I have to climb this mountain again.
I think I might finally take the leap
Could anything go wrong.
Here at the bottom again
About the Creator
Lane Burns
I am a Poet and an inspiring short story, one day novel writer.
I like to write in free verse mostly, but am heavily inspired by Emily Dickenson, and tend to create my own rules and ideas as well.
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