The Fall

Falling into darkness,

Weightlessness diluted by 'helping hands'.

Screaming for help-

But no one comes

Trying to grab hold of something-

But you're hand always slips.

Terror unimaginable,

Ignorance realized,

And pain from the fall.

But no one comes.

No one helps-

Not until you're on the ground.

Why wasn't there help sooner?

Sure, now you can walk.

But...

No one likes being ignored, 

When they're falling into darkness.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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