Im falling into
a deep abyss,
blind blackness
smothering my air.
My hold loosens
on fairys’ golden thread,
my hands slipping
toward it’s visible end.
I release,
as burning pain
breaks my hold….
Free falling,
I cannot touch the sides
as I bullet
down the abyss
toward Misery’s black hole.
To slow downward spiral…
To grasp the golden rope…
To see glowing light….
To fly upward
with gossamer wings……
∞ π ∞
Sometimes I feel like I am free falling into a black hole…….
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