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of a poem.
Sunday, November 21, 2010 @ 1:32 AM

Afraid

I am afraid to fall, however swift
the tumble down the rabbit's hole is.
It's but a plunge straight to Wonderland,
and I will say I love it, but it would be a lie.

I'm tipping over by the edge when you
struck me a fatal wound behind my back.
Your cheerful smile is the last thing I see
before I drop, no; no longer do you deny.

I'm falling, and I see no stars, for
it's pitch black, black, black, and
the pit is filled with brambled thorns
and they're hurting me but I will not cry.

My cheeks are wet but those are
not tears that are dripping, leaking, flowing
from my swollen eyes. The gashes stings
and the cuts bleeds yet still I do not die.

The taste of blood and sweat (not tears)
linger on my disconcerted tongue as
I reach out a trembling hand, but there is
nothing to grasp at but empty air; broken sky.

The stale air is getting suffocating and
I can no longer breathe. It's too deep
in and I can no longer hear the ticking of the
clock nor the beating of my heart, oh, oh my.

I haven't been writing poems in a long, long time, so this one kinda suck.
Still, enjoy. I doubt it makes any sense to anyone other than myself, though.

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