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Free Falling

The Day I Fell from grace

By Tranzzii GeePublished 5 years ago 1 min read

Falling, falling, falling down,

Blackest darkness all around.

My feet no longer on the ground.

Twisting, turning falling fast,

I hope this breath will be my last.

A monster in the shadows comes,

To touch me with its hateful tongue,

Tasting fear, the tongue that tears,

The armor from my heart and soul.

The fear is real, I cannot run,

From here I cannot see the sun,

There is no light,

Eternal night,

My angel left me to my plight,

She let me fall into this pit,

This emptiness just doesn't fit.

Falling faster than before,

There is no end, of this i'm sure.

This is hell and so much more.

Days of this, free falling,

When will be my morning,

Is anyone wtill mourning,

Now that I am gone.

I lost my way so long ago.

What is real?

I cannot feel.

This was never in the deal...

TRANZZII GEE

20/02/2021

surreal poetry

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