Tuesday, April 26, 2011

My Mighty Fall

The ground beneath me shook,
the earth gave way, I slipped,
And started to fall.

It was dark all around
I reached out but found nothing,
I continued to fall.

Is this how it's all to end?
Oh! My airless grave of soil,
Melodramatic overload while falling.

I've been at it for so long,
am I near the molten center?
Scientific thought while falling.

A faint voice from somewhere,
"Oh no not again, you poor thing!"
Was I still falling?

I opened my eyes with a groan,
not on the bed, but on the floor.
I had finished falling.

This is poem 22 for Robert Lee Brewer's April PAD Challenge 2011. Prompt: "A falling poem". Form - A modified chant.

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