Falling

I'm slowly falling,

I can fell my feet leaving.

I'm slowly falling,

down the side,

down in demise.

I hear no sound,

not even a sad one,

watching the floor even near,

waiting for the impact,

in this room waiting,

around outer voice talking,

inside a silence of promise,

lost in a vortex,

down in my hearth.

I'm lost in the air,

not even sure where,

but sure one thing I know,

is that I'm falling off,

watching a light upon,

farther at every beat,

one after the other,

of a lost heart.

The clock is running,

hands closing,

fire popping,

and me, slowly, falling.