Slowly falling...

Down...

Down...

Down...

Down a deep dark hole...

Knowing not where,

Or even how.

Only wishing for a bottom.

Sinking...

Sinking deep within...

No light.

Not even a crack

Like under a door.

Which way is it?

Up...

Down...

Left...

Right...

And where?

Yesterday...

Today...

Tomorrow...

Falling...

Poetry © by Mark Ballard