Falling Sky

The sky seems to be falling in chunks of black
And my body can no longer tell day from night
Nor minute from minute
All time is lost
in an endless cycle of constant negativity
And I’m preparing
just to prepare
My tears are becoming claustrophobic
as they are held captive
But I know it would be selfish to cry
And “overwhelmed” just doesn’t seem
to adequately describe this emotion
I’m beginning to wonder if this is real
If this is any more than just a nightmare
from which I can’t seem to wake
But nightmares within nightmares are rare
And this exhaustion is much too authentic to be so temporary
So, I write
While I could be scrambling to catch the pieces of atmosphere,
so suddenly detached from their natural environment,
I curl up and let them fall,
bouncing off of me until they lay beneath me
wondering why I couldn’t save them

10/04/04

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