To the Bottom

July 26, 2009
By Iris Fine BRONZE, Irvington, New York
Iris Fine BRONZE, Irvington, New York
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Falling into darkness
Very pestilential thoughts; as your legs give way
Feeling lightweight; feeling helpless
Echoes fill the dark, dirty halls of which I’m suddenly in
Jagged rocks are in every corner
What will the bottom bring?
An end; or a new beginning?
I’ve been up in the air for hours; or it seemed like hours
Scary thoughts swim through my mind
What do you do when you go
My head looks below
I see things more clearly
The End is coming; closer
Some happiness comes to me
As I feel like I’m flying
It’s the best and scariest feeling
Because in reality I'm
Falling into the darkness.

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