Falling
Like a wingless bird,
Into a world of black,
Drowning in tears,
Your’s and the heaven’s.
You’re lost
In the fog that stretches
As far as the eye can see,
Too scared to move,
No sense of direction,
No signs from above
To guide you.

You’re as fragile
As a house of cards;
One breath of wind
And you will fall.
You’re buried alive,
Ten feet underground,
Screaming your head off,
Wasting your last breathes.

You’re afraid,
More afraid than you have ever been
In your entire life,
Sobbing your heart out,
Quaking and shaking,
Tears rolling down your face,
Cool as an angel’s kiss;
The only proof that you’re still alive.