A Past Poem

This is a poem I wrote 3 years ago describing my life at that time. 


The Falling ...

She sinks,

blackness surrounds the broken lines in her life,

there is no light at the end of her tunnel,

only emptiness.

 A consuming darkness,

nothingness feeding on the pit she calls her soul,

starved because there is nothing there anymore,

She is hollow.

 She that I speak of,

has known love, happiness, joy, life,

she has tasted the richness of passion,

the fruitfulness of knowledge,

yet she sinks.

 Why she sinks,

she has reached her ultimate,

her end is near and she has lost everything,

there is no hope for her now,

so on she sinks.




This is her,

this is her life,

this is her love,

this is her sadness,

this is her death,

This is....

 Her Falling.