The ground beneath me vanishes. I'm falling for nothing. Just to understand my whereabouts. <br /> I try to grasp something that's not there, all i feel is sticky air. <br />This is my punishment for all these years. <br /> A while has passed, but i'm still falling. My fear is gone, my impatience is rising. <br /> I'm tired of this, i want to go home. <br />I'm lost in this place and i'm still falling down below.<br /><br />Erin Seenauth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-124/
