Falling

Falling. Falling. Falling Its dark and deep here Grasping at the edges Slipping and sliding. Rejection? I think so. Maybe, could be. Mixing up like a sandstorm Falling back to place But all wrong. Every piece falls slightly out of place. Just right, just wrong. The night is comfort where the morning is dark. How do I feel? How do you feel? Things just fall into place sometimes, Other times not. Slipping, grasping, falling. PULL YOURSELF OUT. Please.