Fear Of Falling

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.

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