The Fall

November 5, 2007
By Timothy Wallace, Haverhill, MA

The Fall
The air rushes past me
In a terrible blur.
The ground is
Getting closer
To my feet.
I prepare for
Impact…

“Ow!”
I cry.
The carpet feels
Reassuring against
My skin,
In the darkness
Of my room.

When will
These dreams
End?


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