From a box <br />up in the stratosphere, <br />or down below my pier, <br />I slip, and start falling. <br /> <br />Like the steel petal of a metallic rose <br />hits the ground - a bomb, but a silent bomb, <br />Like the molten gold sea hits a shore of diamond, <br />Like a light bulb sun hits the horizon <br />and shatters into a million <br />little pieces, i hit the ground. <br /> <br />I hit the ground, <br />but the ground does not brake my fall, <br />and i keep falling <br />and i never stop.<br /><br />Nathan Pigott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-14/
