Falling

This is my fifth dark poem for Dharrsheena. It is not how I feel. So here are my words.

I think "Ferryman" by Jordan Reyne is perfect in feel for this poem. My interview with Jordan is at the end of this poem.

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You Were Sure of Safety But You’re Falling

Security Is Gone And You’re Failing

You Want To Scream But You Can’t Make A Sound

You Are Falling And Then You Hit The Ground

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Then The Ground Starts To Crack And Fall Away

And You Slip Down And Start To Fall Again

Sharp Stones Rip Your Fresh From Your Broken Bones

You Hit Another One, Dark and Alone

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When You Are Falling You Just Never Stop

Think It’s Rock Bottom, There’s Another Drop

You Are Broken, Bleeding Nearing The End

The Fires Of Hell Will Burn As You Descend

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Demons Wait, With Braziers, Axe and Knife

Hot Razor Wires Cut As They Take Your Life

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