I feel like I’m falling
A sudden rush of movement downward,
far into the recesses of self that I used to be.
Were they just illusions, those walls built round,
vagaries of an ego wanting to be let free.
Hard is the depth of this black pit of sand,
where life chances on the taking,
breaks from the giving,
offers little in return.
Free fall, this devil,
Who shall I be?
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