Falling

Falling, through an icy curtain.

Falling, to the bottom of the ocean floor

Mistakes made, weaving the stitches of our demise

Our lives, destroyed, in the most punishable ways.

We see ourselves as indestructible, until the time when we a proven not

I look up towards the waters surface, the stars and night, all I can see

Lungs tight, air scarce, no panic, only the embrace of the end.

A deep breath, a rush of water.

My lungs turn icy, as if a frozen breeze tour through me

Thoughts of 30 years race through my head.

Friends, Family, Fights, Feuds

Words like “forever” “I love you” “Its Over”

Was it all worth it, did I live to the fullest

My ultimate question

Will I be missed?

A question I can’t answer. It tears at my mind.

I need it answered, it has to be answered, I need to know.

My mind starts to dull, my body turns numb, Icy needles pierce my lungs.

I lay down on the ocean floor, hopeless, lost, and unable to save myself

Years of helping others, now I can not even help myself

Is this what life comes to, Years of fighting, all for this

A cold embrace circles my body; the stars above become blurred and distorted

I reach for them, a final grasp, one last hope, a reach for the stars, for a second chance

But Hope is futile, This is it

This is it

The End


written by dale innes wylde hughescopyright: this poem is only allowed to be posted, sharred or published by the writer. credit is only owed to the writter and only can be taken by the writter. the use of this poem by anyother person apart from the original writer is illegal and perpatrators will be prosecuted.