The Fall
Falling into darkness,
Weightlessness diluted by 'helping hands'.
Screaming for help-
But no one comes
Trying to grab hold of something-
But you're hand always slips.
Terror unimaginable,
Ignorance realized,
And pain from the fall.
But no one comes.
No one helps-
Not until you're on the ground.
Why wasn't there help sooner?
Sure, now you can walk.
But...
No one likes being ignored,
When they're falling into darkness.
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