Falling...
Falling - small flashes
smash me so rough...
And take me and hit me
'til they've hurt enough...
Outside - with no answer
I try hard to find...
A question or statement
to fill up my mind...
The sinking is sucking me
deeper - until...
All of the empty
can not find a fill...
I try hard to hold it
but can't find my hand...
It swings with no gripping
outside of command...
Then when the thinking
gathers all loose...
I flip into dreaming
and simply can't choose...
Joy Weare,
15th October, 2010.
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