i'm falling towards my destiny <br />one hand covering my eyes <br />the ground is getting close now <br />a ground made up of lies. <br />I hear the people laughing, the crowd begins to roar. <br />I feel the walls coming in now, my mind is ready to soar. <br />I have no wings, i cannot fly, i tell myself that everyday <br />i try and try with all my might, but i am still too afraid. <br />I remove my hand from my eyes, I try to adjust myself <br />There's only one way to fall up, only one cry for help. <br />so with all my energy, i try to scream <br />helpless and full of sorrow. <br />but then I remember it's all too late <br />i'll still just be falling tomorrow.<br /><br />Desiree Whitamore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-my-might/
