Four years falling, <br />A thousand faces <br />flash by within a breath. <br />A just fallen feather <br />from a tree in heaven <br />falling with no choice <br />to where it shall land. <br />Time has no use here <br />mere hands clawing <br />at dead numbers. <br />Four years falling <br />Heated thoughts- <br />flashing visions <br />of inspiration. <br />Teasing and testing <br />the fragile pile of <br />memories- <br />Snippets of sanity- <br /> winter walks <br />nursing the sick child. <br />Brakfast bar battles <br />like little hot pokers <br />of the past. <br />Four years falling, <br />stuck with the window <br />view of car speeding <br />through a small <br />suburban street. <br />visuals hazy <br />tired and blurry. <br />Hands tremble with <br />the weight of the <br />what, where, and whys. <br />Four years falling, <br />and now I have finally <br />landed, I have stepped <br />over the manic merry- go- round <br />yet the world is still spinning. <br />Slowly, unsteadily, substance <br />takes form. <br />Naked, I am left to wander: <br />Searching through the scattered <br />remains of the past, <br />dropping every second piece.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/four-years-falling-crash-landing-after-a-four-ye/
