The Time It Takes to Fall
I was young when I was told
To love with the mind and connect with the soul
Thoughts of my heart are paintings on the wall
Mother I am a good girl after all
Too long I kept this machinery going
Like stopping the ebb from retreating
Pulling hearstrings til they break
Is it this hard to stay awake?
How long must I fake enjoy this pretense?
Feeling more than this plain worldly presence
Get me high, make real time romances
Oh wait, have I run out of second chances?
It’s been too long; I am forgetting
My heartbeat dreary, feelings sinking
Too tired it’s become from all the thinking
It’s irrational, I know, this fear of falling
Hello! this is my entry to 's #dnwpoetrycontest No. 6, my first time, actually. I didn't follow #7 of the rules because I couldn't think of anything to draw as header image 😅, though the photos that I use in my posts are all mine 👌, unless otherwise stated.
Happy Sunday!