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.


No one likes being ignored, 

When they're falling into darkness.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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