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Fear Of Falling
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Rhyming Poetry Downward spiral,
into blackened abyss.
Nvere had I thought,
it would be like this.
No foothold or ledge,
underneath my feet.
Arms flailing out,
against the doom I shall meet.
A scream escapes,
but makes no sound.
As I hurdle, helpless,
to closing-fast ground.
I'm about to die,
in this cavernous pit.
But I awaken just before,
I'm supposed to hit.
